Brahm burst into laughter as he looked at Yeon-woo, who sat across from him with an irritated expression.

“What’s wrong? Why is your expression so sour?” Brahm wasn’t asking because he didn’t know but because he rarely ever saw Yeon-woo’s face like this, so he was making the most of this opportunity.

Yeon-woo could read Brahm’s thoughts, and his eyes narrowed. However, he sighed as he decided that nothing good could come from arguing with an old man. He ground his teeth from the rising anger and tears of injustice. “I was seriously considering whether or not I should make the One-horned tribe go extinct.”

“Hmm, really!” Brahm’s smile grew wider. He understood Yeon-woo’s sentiment. After the news spread that Yeon-woo had arrived in the village, the members of the tribe threw everything they were doing down and rushed to find Yeon-woo, crowding around him for a chance to take a shot.

The Martial King had previously hogged all of Yeon-woo’s time in the past, and the rest of the One-horned tribe were determined not to lose their chance to fight Yeon-woo this time. They swarmed and began attacking without any warning.

Unfortunately for Yeon-woo, he wasn’t just facing one or two members but well over a hundred. He’d just come to visit Brahm, and this was like...