"Yugui, Shousu!" Li Yanshi cried out and hurried over to inspect them. Their eyes were wide open—how could they still be alive?
The remaining guards in the courtyard all felt a chill run through their hearts. Every Imperial Guard with Weapons was a master among masters, and these two had been among the finest of them. Yet they had been killed in a single exchange. Just how terrifying was the martial arts of the person inside?
However, they had already concluded that the person inside was definitely not Zhang Sanfeng. How could a near-immortal like Zhang Sanfeng possibly strike with such lethal cruelty?
Yin Liting, standing nearby, instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword tightly as well. Of course he knew the person inside was not his master. During Ghostly Villa's previous ambush, his venerable master had been caught off guard and pierced through the body by a sharp sword. Fortunately, his cultivation was unfathomable, so he had suffered no grave harm. Still, he likely could not fight anyone for the next three months.
Of course, with Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation, even while seriously injured, he could still handle ordinary martial arts masters. But Song Qingshu knew that the coming battle at Wudang Mountain would be one where masters were everywhere and Grandmasters roamed freely. It was far too dangerous for Zhang Sanfeng to remain here, so he had moved Zhang Sanfeng and the others to a nearby Daoist temple to recuperate in peace.
Yin Liting had remained here only to cooperate with Song Qingshu's plan to turn the enemy's scheme against them, lest the people of Ghostly Villa spot any flaw.
"Why hasn't Qingshu come yet?" Yin Liting looked into the distance again, his palms already damp with sweat. If he did not arrive soon, everything might be settled beyond