Lu San had heard of Lu Chuan's matters.
It was said that just a few days after entering the Martial Arts Hall, he had defeated an apprentice named Liu Biao.
Hearing that back then, Lu San had only sneered.
A mud-legged peasant was a mud-legged peasant; after learning the saber for a few days, did he think he was somebody?
As for those Outer Disciples in the Martial Arts Hall, he had seen plenty of them, eight out of ten never touching the threshold of the Blood Pass in their entire lives.
Yet this time, after seeing Lu Chuan with his own eyes, he took a bit more notice of this kid in his heart.
Not to mention his overflowing, thick Qi and Blood, based solely on the kick he had just used to smash open the door, he was likely already at the strength of breaking the Blood Pass!
Lu San's heart skipped a beat, but looking at the brothers beside him, he quickly steadied himself again.
He was also a Martial Artist of First Qi and Blood, having fought his way up with real blades and real guns.
Those seven brothers beside him, although they hadn't broken the pass, had all practiced saber techniques for several years.
If they really fought, with the seven of them cooperating properly, even a Martial Artist of First Qi and Blood Complete might not necessarily walk out alive!
Looking at Lu Chuan, who showed not the slightest panic, Lu San let out a cold snort.
"What are you all dazing for? Together, on him!"
The seven of them unsheathed their sabers in unison, instantly surrounding Lu Chuan in the center.
Eight people, eight sabers, sealed off all paths of retreat from all four directions.
Lu San gripped his saber hilt tightly, staring