The three Moon Worship Cultists saw that Hao Shuai had completely ignored their warning and immediately flew into a rage, swinging their blades at him.
Aunt Li panicked at once. She couldn't be bothered to keep her martial arts a secret and was about to rush in to save Hao Shuai.
But when Hao Shuai faced the danger, he merely glanced at them calmly.
The next second.
Three streaks of black flame began to rise from their bodies.
"Argh~~" *3
Feeling unimaginable pain sear through them, the three men writhed on the ground, frantically slapping at the black flames in an attempt to put them out.
Their agonized screams were utterly hysterical.
Unfortunately, this was Amaterasu Black Flame, said to come from hell. It would never go out unless it burned its target to nothing.
There was no way the three men could extinguish it with their abilities.
In just a few seconds, the three Moon Worship Cultists had been reduced to ashes.
Poor things. They'd originally had three more episodes' worth of screen time, but after only a few minutes on screen, they'd already been written off.
"Someone's been murdered!"
Li Xiaoyao had never witnessed anything like this before. Now that he'd recovered, he looked at Hao Shuai with fear—and a trace of admiration.
"Th-this..." Aunt Li, being a woman, was much calmer. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Sir, you should leave at once. The authorities will be here soon."
"Don't worry. They're heretics from Nanzhao, not good people. No one will care if they're dead," Hao Shuai said indifferently.
As he spoke, he swept his hand through the air. A gust of wind appeared from nowhere, scooped up the ashes on the ground, and blew them out of the inn.
Seeing how practiced Hao Shuai was