A Visit by Force

Li Xiao stopped and swept his gaze over the Golden Blade Sect disciples eyeing him like tigers stalking prey. His expression remained calm, as though he were not the one surrounded by dozens of long sabers.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as casual as if he were chatting with someone:

"I only came to pay my respects and request an audience with your Sect Master. Are you sure you want to stop me like this?"

A disciple at the front gritted his teeth and replied:

"Pay your respects? You knocked the senior brothers guarding our gate to the ground, and you call that paying your respects?"

Li Xiao offered no further explanation. He merely shook his head. "They brought it on themselves."

Before he had finished speaking, several disciples who could no longer contain themselves swung their sabers and lunged at him. Their blades flashed fiercely toward his shoulder and waist.

Li Xiao took a step, and a vast pressure sent the disciples flying.

Seeing this, the others dared not let down their guard. They closed in one after another, their flashing sabers crossing to seal every avenue of retreat.

For a time, saber flashes and palm shadows crisscrossed the square. More and more Golden Blade Sect disciples fell, yet not one managed to touch so much as a corner of Li Xiao's robe.

At the edge of the square, a disciple who had heard the news hurried back to the main hall to report it.

Before long, heavy footsteps sounded from the direction of the hall, and several figures strode out.

At their head was a burly man in a black robe embroidered with gold: Wang Yuanqiao, Sect Master of the Golden Blade Sect.

He saw disciples writhing all over the square and a