In one fluid motion, the boy flipped and slashed his short sword. Half a sleeve fell to the ground, and the blue flame, touched by the sword’s jet-black tip, extinguished without even leaving a trace of smoke.
–– What kind of sword was this?
Upon closer inspection, the severed sleeve on the ground bore a cut made earlier by the force of Ge Yun Fei’s deadly Let-Go Halberds technique. One of the iron caltrops had silently slipped through the boy’s defensive swordplay and hooked onto the tear in his sleeve.
It was only after watching the boy’s movements twice that Jiao Chao Gui finally understood.
It wasn’t the boy’s swordsmanship, nor even his internal energy, but his movement technique and his short sword that were extraordinary!
–– The astonishing thing wasn’t his swordplay but the way his body moved, as light and fluid as a whisper.
–– He had struck the Tang Clan assassin not because his sword was fast but because his movements were blindingly quick.
–– His sword had no sound of wind because when one’s agility reached its peak, even the slowest blade could kill.
Jiao Chao Gui exchanged a glance with Mu Xiu Quan, and at last, he asked in a deep voice, “Who are you from Ling Long Manor?”
The boy in the yellow jacket seemed dazed, as if he hadn’t heard the question.
The enemies were gone, but his eyes were filled with sorrow. His mind was consumed by the sight of his beloved dog lying lifeless on the ground. Slowly, he turned and walked toward the corpse of his loyal companion.
He gazed at his dog and didn’t notice Mu Xiu Quan’s movement.
–– Mu Xiu Quan, who had stood motionless all this time, suddenly leapt forward. His sword, swift and deadly, aimed for the boy’s back!
Xing Yun Manor was ranked fourth among the martial world’s most prestigious factions, and Mu Xiu Quan was its second-in-command. His sword was anything but slow, and the boy never expected such treachery. He had just helped Xing Yun Manor escape their predicament—surely, they owed him gratitude!
Mu Xiu Quan, a martial artist renowned for his first-class skills and sharp intellect, had struck without warning. But why?
His sword, still tainted with the Tang Clan’s poisonous aura, hurtled toward the boy’s back, poised to pierce his heart!
Just as Mu Xiu Quan’s sword was about to strike, a sudden gust of wind swept through the inn, rushing past every person in the room. The fierce current dimmed the surrounding candlelight in an instant.
Mu Xiu Quan let out a thunderous roar. His sword was violently shaken from his grasp and flew straight into the roof beam, where it embedded itself with a loud thud.
The sword’s tassel trembled wildly, one section severed as if by an invisible blade. The fragmented strands drifted down, landing on Mu Xiu Quan’s face and shoulders.
A burst of bright sparks exploded with a sharp “pop,” illuminating the room.
Everyone could finally see Mu Xiu Quan’s face.
His eyes were bulging, staring as though fixated on something, his pupils almost popping out of their sockets. His mouth hung open, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
A short halberd, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was embedded in his throat.
–– It was Ge Yun Fei’s right-hand halberd, the one he had released earlier, which had been caught effortlessly and then vanished without a trace!
Blood trickled steadily from the tip of the halberd.
The wolf’s head engraved on the iron weapon still bore its fierce, snarling expression.
When Mu Xiu Quan’s body hit the ground with a heavy “thud,” the last fragment of his sword’s tassel fluttered down and rested on his lifeless face.
Among the cowering onlookers, someone began to vomit again.
Jiao Chao Gui’s face had turned as pale as death.
Moments ago, he had been filled with arrogance and authority. Now, he looked like a wild ghost that had just clawed its way out of a grave.
–– He knew this halberd all too well.
–– It was the weapon of the late Ge Yun Fei, the third-in-command of Xing Yun Manor, who had died earlier that night. Yet, it had reappeared in the most haunting manner to kill Mu Xiu Quan, the second-in-command.
The hand holding Jiao Chao Gui’s sword began to tremble, followed by his entire body, which shook uncontrollably.
With a loud “bang,” the inn’s doors burst open under the force of the storm. The violent rain, accompanied by bean-sized droplets, lashed against everyone in the room.
Letting out a terrified scream, Jiao Chao Gui leapt to his feet and dashed out the door like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished into the storm.
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