Blue Silver Spirit Emperor Spear

Inside the little tavern.

One second after an eerie azure gleam lit up Tang Liu's left eye.

All fifteen patrons collapsed to the floor at the same time.

They showed no signs of life ever again.

Without exception, terror was written across every one of their faces.

It was as though they had experienced something utterly horrific and been frightened to death.

The azure gleam in Tang Liu's left eye faded as well.

He then looked at the waiter behind the bar, who was already staring blankly.

He smiled and lightly twirled his finger. The scarlet liquid in the glass before him rose of its own accord, gathered into tiny red droplets, and shot toward the waiter.

The instant the waiter came to his senses and tried to resist, the droplets stopped steadily right in front of the space between his brows.

The waiter immediately froze, not daring to move.

Only then did Tang Liu look at Tang Hao across from him and smile. "Now there aren't any annoying people left."

Tang Hao looked at him and said, "You and your brother have killed off two groups of patrons, one after the other. Someone from Killing City will be coming out soon."

Tang Liu paused. "You mean someone's going to come looking for trouble with us?"

Tang Hao said somewhat helplessly, "With you."

Tang Liu waved a hand. "Don't get hung up on the details."

Tang Hao: "..."

Then he looked at his youngest son, who was growing more handsome and more troublesome by the day, and said, "So why don't you go in and get some practice while you're at it?"

He knew perfectly well that Tang Liu was unlikely to enter Killing City. His remark was more of a complaint than anything else.

But shortly after he finished