Buren Tower Takes the Blame

"That was... too powerful."

Young Master Ye San, the Thousand Faces Demon, had stayed in his room instead of going out. That towering sword qi made his whole body tremble.

"Fortunately, I cultivate the Nourishing Evil God method. My soul is the foundation; this body is merely a garment. No matter how strong the Ice River Swordsman is, he cannot do anything to me."

After steadying himself, Young Master Ye San gritted his teeth. "I paid an immense price for these arrangements. Although I did not achieve complete success, blood-sacrificing the Ye Family will still greatly replenish me. At least I will recover my costs."

Turning to look at the street outside, Young Master Ye San saw the treasured weapon, the Purple Shang Sword, in Little Meng's hand and felt another pang of heartache. "That was meant to be mine, yet now I cannot take it back. Damn it!"

Taking advantage of the chaos outside, Young Master Ye San put on a panicked, frightened expression, hurriedly left the tavern, and rushed back to the Ye Family.

On the long street, Li Yu watched Young Master Ye San hurry into the crowd, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Thousand Faces Demon, what will you do next?"

"Ahem! Three young heroes."

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed like a constable walked up to the three of them. "Three young heroes, I am Huang Zhiqing, an administrator of the Six Gates in Yicheng. Regarding what just happened..."

As the Six Gates' administrator and chief constable, Huang Zhiqing had no choice but to force himself to come over and ask.

The identities and strength of these three were all formidable: Meng Qi, the Gentleman Sword; Qi Zhenyan of the Huanhua Sect; and the even more terrifying Ice River Swordsman Bai Ze. With