Just as expected, upon hearing his voice, several people converged on him. Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly. At his level of cultivation, he could see even in the dark, but night at least had starlight or moonlight. At this moment, the great hall contained not the slightest trace of light. No matter how profound his cultivation, he could not defy the basic laws of this world.
Since his eyes were useless, he simply closed them and silently sensed the aura of everyone around him. Three swords stabbed toward him like venomous snakes. Without any visible movement, he merely swept his seemingly weak and powerless hands around himself, yet struck all three with unerring precision.
Had there been an infrared imaging device, it would have shown Zhang Sanfeng's hands and feet moving as softly as a breeze brushing willow branches. Yet to those three assassins, it was as though Mount Tai had crashed down upon them. They screamed once, then ceased breathing.
The remaining assassins were greatly alarmed. "Could there be firelight in the room?"
Another voice spoke up. "No, it's still completely dark."
That voice had deliberately been altered, but Zhang Sanfeng still recognized it. "Yucha, it really is you!"
Yucha merely snorted and said nothing more. Zhang Sanfeng had initially intended to follow the voice and rush over to subdue him, but he suddenly realized, "The urgent matter is to get everyone else out of the hall first. Yucha can be dealt with later."
After the initial shock, he had calmed down. With a flick of his sleeve, he hurled a chair beside him, as he remembered it, toward the nearest window. He had already seen through the situation. Although the blind swordsmen guarding the doors and windows had decent swordsmanship, their inner strength was ultimately lacking. No matter how