Coercion

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Jia Wuqun cried out in pain.

The attendants outside the hall reacted at once, but Myriad Beasts Sect disciples decisively blocked them. More people surged out from both sides and directly surrounded the attendants.

Those attendants could neither stand by and watch Jia Wuqun be harmed nor dare make any rash move within Myriad Beasts Sect.

Yet if anything were to happen to Jia Wuqun in Myriad Beasts Sect, they would not be able to answer for it when they returned. They were caught between a rock and a hard place.

Jia Wuqun was magnanimous enough to swiftly gesture to the attendants at the entrance, signaling them not to act recklessly and giving them a way out.

Xi Haitang casually tossed aside the beard he had yanked out and glared coldly at Jia Wuqun.

The Myriad Beasts Sect higher-ups present likewise looked at Jia Wuqun with undisguised hostility.

Jia Wuqun raised a hand to touch his chin, looked at the bright red blood staining his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Then he smiled, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

Ignoring the predatory stares of Myriad Beasts Sect, he looked around before walking away from Xi Haitang and toward one side of the hall.

With a swish, he drew a Precious Sword from the sword rack by the hall wall and scraped his thumb along its edge, testing its sharpness.

Everyone thought he was about to draw his sword and fight to the death. Instead, he walked before a bronze pillar polished bright enough to reflect a person and used it as a mirror, tugging at his upper-lip beard as he cut it off with the sword.

Then he became even more outrageous. In full view of everyone, he held the Precious Sword