A contingent of Western Xia warriors filed in. Their leader wore a green robe, his long beard hanging to his chest. His face was dark, his eyes wide and bright, yet his legs were crippled, and he supported himself on a pair of binate iron staffs. His aura flickered in and out of existence, making him look like a living corpse.
The newcomer was none other than Duan Yanqing, leader of the Four Great Evils. After sweeping his gaze around the room, he roughly understood what had happened. Many people from various nations had arrived in Xingqing Prefecture during this period, and trouble was more likely to arise. The First Rank Hall had therefore been patrolling day and night. News of the killing at the inn had already been spread by the fleeing guests, and they had rushed over upon hearing it.
"This is a grudge between Eastern Island and Goryeo. I ask that you do not interfere," Yagyū Jūbei said coldly. Then he sprang into the air and slashed at Fu Junzhuo.
Fu Junzhuo did not dare let down her guard. Her sword slid from its sheath as she waited for the best moment to counterattack. The key to Yi Jian Shu lay in anticipating the enemy's moves, which required sharp eyes and careful observation. Before she understood her opponent's capabilities, she was in no rush to strike rashly.
Seeing that Yagyū Jūbei had ignored his warning, Duan Yanqing's face darkened with anger. He snorted and thrust out one of his iron staffs. His timing and speed were impeccable, and the force of One Yang Finger struck precisely against Yagyū Jūbei's blade.
Clang!
A clear, ringing sound echoed out. Yagyū Jūbei felt as though the web between his thumb and forefinger was about to split, and he nearly lost