One Sword!

Or rather, these people were simply too useless.

Spring Pavilion Master smirked wickedly, his gaze sweeping disdainfully over everyone present.

"We're leaving!"

With people sprawled all around him, Spring Pavilion Master found it boring and was about to leave with his sedan chair.

However, the moment he turned around, he suddenly spotted a young figure in Daoist robes standing atop a distant wall.

A pair of dark, bright eyes looked over at him, studying him.

Hmm?

Spring Pavilion Master was surprised to discover that this youth possessed an otherworldly air.

Standing there as though he had always been there and had never moved, like a towering mountain, the youth seemed to make him halt in his tracks.

When he looked again, he found that the men who had been carrying the sedan chair were already lying on the ground, long dead.

Spring Pavilion Master had not even noticed how his subordinates had lost their lives.

He killed them?

Spring Pavilion Master's gaze sharpened.

He found it hard to believe. His subordinates were all experts—how could they have been killed without a sound?

Spring Pavilion Master suddenly felt that something was wrong. This person was an expert; it was an instinctive realization.

If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed forward and split them apart with a single palm strike.

But this person made Spring Pavilion Master extremely wary. He asked, "Who are you? This is the first time we've met. Are you here for her as well?"

The "her" Spring Pavilion Master mentioned referred to the beautiful woman.

As he spoke, he pressed a small mechanism on his fan. It was a concealed weapon. The moment he released it, poisoned blades would shoot out from within, killing a person instantly.

However, the youth said, "This is indeed our