"Xiao Yi Xian, get out of my way!" Mr. Yao shouted softly.
"Why aren't you leaving? Hurry!" Xiao Yi Xian cried urgently.
"Don't worry. They're no match for me yet." Hun Han walked in front of Xiao Yi Xian, touched his storage ring, and flicked his finger. A gleaming silver sword appeared in his hand.
"A fine weapon!" A glint flashed in Mr. Yao's eyes as he asked, "What is your name?"
"Why should a dying man know?" Hun Han smiled faintly.
"What an arrogant brat! Let's attack together and kill him!" The remaining five guards raised their weapons and charged at Hun Han.
The bright blades glinted coldly beneath the candlelight. One guard, gripping an axe in both hands, chopped down at Hun Han's small body.
Hun Han did not dodge. He swung his sword at the charging guard, and a thread of icy sword qi began to gather within his Flying Frost Sword.
An unbelievable scene unfolded. When the Ice Sword in Hun Han's hand slashed down, the muscular, broad-backed man was actually forced back five consecutive steps by a single strike.
The burly man spat blood, his hands hanging limply at his sides as he stared dumbfoundedly at Hun Han.
Die!
Black-tier Mid-grade Dou Technique: Ice Sword
Immediately afterward, Hun Han waved his hand. The icy sword qi broke free and shot toward the burly man, sealing his throat with one sword. Strangely, a thin layer of frost covered the wound.
Red blood stained the frost, creating an eerily bewitching sight.
Black-tier Mid-grade Dou Technique: Netherworld Ghost Shadow
Afterimages filled the room as blades flashed. Thud, thud, thud! In the blink of an eye, the remaining four guards all had their throats sealed by a single sword strike.
Hun Han lightly shook his palm, scattering the bloodstains