Though the west city gate stood close to the tavern, the commotion at that strange spot drew no one's attention.
By now, every customer in the tavern had risen and gathered in clusters, surrounding Xiao Wanfeng and the three Cheng Clan members.
It was as though they had marked out an arena.
"Attack!"
After weighing it over a hundred times, Cheng Xie still gave the order.
No one wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out first. They feared Xuancang's edge, but Cheng Xie did not.
With the divine sword in Xiao Wanfeng's hands, none of them dared seize it.
But once it fell into his, Cheng Xie's, hands, would these cowards dare to take it?
If they dared even then, once he summoned a Half-Saint, would they still dare? Just as the Eighth Sword Immortal had said: "All who fear me, retreat three houses away. All who wish to fight me, I shall accompany without exception."
Only absolute confidence could let one press forward without hesitation along the Ancient Sword Way—Cheng Xie, as an ancient swordsman, understood this better than anyone.
Today, he would be that bird that stuck its head out.
Not only would he be it, he would beat everyone here into retreating three houses away, too afraid to meet the Cheng Clan's edge head-on.
"Make your move!"
Having received their young master's command, the two Great Void experts no longer held the slightest thought of retreat.
The boundary line Xiao Wanfeng had cut into the ground now looked like a joke in their eyes.
If he truly had the strength, that sword strike earlier would not have landed on the ground, but on one of them.
Those who played at mystery were bound to be strong on the outside and weak within.
The Cheng