In the martial world, the phrase “Golden Overlord, Silver Xing Yun, Jade Ling Long” referred to the three most powerful and wealthy clans: the domineering Overlord Manor of Hang Zhou, the illustrious Xing Yun Manor by Dong Ting Lake, and the elegant Ling Long Manor of Jiang Zhou.
These new arrivals were none other than Jiao Chao Gui, the master of Xing Yun Manor by Dong Ting Lake, and Mu Xiu Quan, its second-in-command.
–– That Jiao Chao Gui and Mu Xiu Quan had come without any attendants, lowering themselves to appear here, was shocking indeed.
“Who killed Ge Yun Fei?” the tall man asked, enunciating each word slowly. His voice was chilling, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. His piercing gaze swept over each person in the room, finally settling on the three Tang Clan assassins and the boy in the yellow jacket. The plump innkeeper was too terrified to utter a word.
The short man, since stepping inside, had kept his eyes half-closed, as though he couldn’t see the people before him.
The boy in the yellow jacket seemed to find the situation even more amusing. Smiling, he asked, “Are you Mu Xiu Quan, the second-in-command of Xing Yun Manor? And why is it that anyone who knows about this item must die?”
The tall man replied, “I am indeed Mu Xiu Quan. Who might you be, and why are you so interested in something that belongs to Xing Yun Manor? Was it you who killed our third-in-command, Ge Yun Fei?”
The boy curled his lips in mock disdain, then gestured with a delicate, pale finger, unable to suppress a mischievous laugh. “How could I possibly have that ability? The death of your third-in-command and the whereabouts of that blue floral bundle—those three over there know the most about it.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the three shadows lunged at Mu Xiu Quan.
Since a conflict with Xing Yun Manor was inevitable, they chose to strike first.
The assassins of the Tang Clan’s “Hall of Impeccability” were all trained to act decisively.
Jiao Chao Gui, who had kept his small eyes narrowed, suddenly opened them wide.
It was as if he had become a completely different person. Calm and imposing, his body exuded a sharp, overwhelming aura of killing intent in an instant.
As figures blurred and moved, sword light filled the room. In just a few exchanges, the clash of palms and swords produced metallic echoes.
The figures separated again.
Jiao Chao Gui’s short frame stood firm, unmoving, as if he had never moved at all. However, his face had changed.
–– “Are you from the Tang Clan’s ‘Hall of Impeccability’ in Sichuan?”
There was no response.
Only the ever-thickening aura of killing intent.
The figures clashed again. The storm of palm shadows and sword flashes once more filled the air, intertwining in a dazzling display.
Amidst the fierce battle, a swift yellow shadow suddenly darted through the blue-tinted palm shadows and white sword light.
The yellow dog, which had been loyally staying beside the frail boy, could no longer hold back. With a low growl, it leapt forward, jaws aimed at one of the Tang Clan assassins.
The boy in the yellow jacket had been completely absorbed in watching the fight. At the sight of the yellow shadow, he shouted in alarm, “San’er, come back! Don’t bite!”
But it was too late. The agile yellow dog twisted mid-air and sank its teeth into the arm of one of the black-clad assassins.
The assassin’s arm faltered involuntarily.
The flawless and unified palm-shadow formation now had a crack—a fleeting, crucial opening.
With a resounding “clang,” the sword and palm clashed again!
The three Tang Clan assassins retreated swiftly, the last stumbling slightly—clearly wounded.
Mu Xiu Quan and Jiao Chao Gui also withdrew quickly. Their hands clasped together, faces darkened with an ominous black tint, and with a loud shout, they struck at a nearby long table. The table shattered like dry leaves, releasing a faint greenish smoke that dissipated as the wind swept it away.
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