Ning Wangshu listened quietly to their discussion, somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the lord of Black Stone City to be a woman.
However, after listening for a while, he lost interest.
After all, none of it had anything to do with him.
Just as he turned his attention elsewhere, a cold snort suddenly came from outside the inn.
Immediately afterward, a figure flashed into view!
Thud!
A muffled impact rang out.
One of the people who had been talking let out a scream and was sent flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, his head lolling to one side as he died on the spot!
"Ah—!"
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone present. They all looked up sharply at the figure, their faces filled with alarm.
It was a young man dressed in extravagant purple robes. His eyes and brows were sharp, his expression cold, and his posture arrogant and unconstrained. A haughty look lingered on his face.
"How dare you speak ill of the Zhou Family? You're asking for death!"
The young man glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground and curled his lip in disdain.
Then he turned his gaze toward the others who had also been talking about the Zhou Family. His eyes immediately turned icy, and he said with murderous intent, "And you lot—go die with him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the others hadn't even had time to react.
The young man abruptly raised his hand and swept it through the air.
Whoosh!
In an instant,
a chilling sword ray flashed past.
The others' eyes flew wide open. Their faces filled with disbelief, despair, and regret...
The next moment,
their heads all rolled to the ground.
Bright red blood spurted from their severed necks with a hissing sound, splashing everywhere. Even the