"How dare you!!"
Liu Erlong cried out in shock and immediately tried to charge forward, ready to use her own flesh and blood to stop them. But Liu Mei'er, beside her, used every ounce of strength in her body to hold her back with a death grip.
"Erlong! Don't go over there!"
Liu Mei'er closed her eyes, tears sliding down her pale cheeks, powerless to stop that broadsword from falling.
Ye Renxin finally arrived.
Seeing the scene before him, he immediately raised his hand to stop Scarface and the others from committing their evil deed.
But before he could speak, a crisp sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out.
With a bang!
The neighbors all couldn't help shrinking their necks back, but Liu Erlong's eyes flew wide, filled with hatred carved deep into her bones.
But immediately after, the hatred in Liu Erlong's eyes turned into shock and doubt.
That Ring-Pommel Broadsword had still not fallen onto the large lock sealing the two iron gates.
Scarface's expression changed drastically.
The Ring-Pommel Broadsword in his hand had somehow frozen eerily in midair, unable to chop down even half an inch.
Scarface tried to lift the Ring-Pommel Broadsword again.
But no matter what, he couldn't do it.
Terror instantly appeared in Scarface's eyes.
Oubu frowned and said in confusion, "Scarface, what's going on? Don't tell me you actually feel bad for a mere door lock?"
"Yeah, Scarface."
Old Bladehandle was just as puzzled, but he knew how to offer an incentive.
"Hurry up and chop it. Even if you really feel bad for that door lock, I, Old Bladehandle, will compensate you with some more Gold Soul Coins."
"Bastards!"
Oubu and the others' urging left Scarface both alarmed and furious, and he couldn't help roaring, "Do I, Scarface, look