The Hidden Hand Makes Another Move

"Die!"

Iron Hand Demon's palm strike roared like thunder as, borrowing the momentum of his charge, he viciously slammed it toward Little Meng.

In Iron Hand Demon's eyes, he was merely an ordinary scholarly youth. At barely more than ten years old, even if he wore a sword at his waist, it was nothing more than decoration.

Casually killing a kid who blocked his path would also vent some of his anger.

"Bastard! How dare you commit such violence!"

Seeing this innocent young scholar about to suffer disaster, Young Master of the Wang Clan shouted in fury, both enraged and anxious.

Unfortunately, he was too far away and blocked by the poisonous smoke. He could not save him in time.

I must bring Iron Hand Demon to justice. Only then will the Jiangdong Wang Clan's righteous spirit be displayed!

Young Master of the Wang Clan gripped his sword hilt tightly.

"I wasn't even looking for you, yet you dared provoke me?"

Little Meng snorted coldly. His longsword flew from its sheath, and a glint of cold light suddenly flashed forth, like a brilliant star lighting up the pitch-black night sky.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.

"Thud!"

Iron Hand Demon and Joyful Demon were both struck through the brow by swords. They toppled to the ground together, never making another sound.

"Uh..."

"What just happened?"

"Who was this young man? How was he so strong?"

Those two infamous Demons had been cut down with a single sword strike? It was as easy as slaughtering chickens.

At that moment, the entire dining hall fell abruptly silent. Everyone looked at one another, their mouths hanging open for a long while.

"Ten years honing a sword, its frost-bright edge untested. Today I show it to you—who