Shen Chu flicked the scabbard sharply upward with his right hand, striking the man in white squarely on the wrist!
With a crisp crack!
It was the sound of bone slipping out of place!
The man in white cried out miserably. His longsword flew from his grasp and landed on the ground with a clatter.
Clutching his twisted wrist, he staggered back several steps, his face filled with incredulous horror.
Shen Chu did not press the attack. He merely stood where he was and slowly withdrew the scabbard, saying calmly:
"Your swordsmanship is commendable, sir, but your killing intent is too heavy. Today's matter was nothing more than a misunderstanding over a few rooms. There is no need to take it to the point of bloodshed. We do not want the rooms anymore. Let us part here; until we meet again."
After saying that, he turned to look at the dumbfounded Li Chengwen, then at the youth and woman cowering in the corner, and said softly:
"Young Master, let us go. There is no need to lower ourselves to the level of these people. We will find another place to stay."
Only then did Li Chengwen come back to his senses. He nodded repeatedly. "Oh, oh, yes, yes, let's go, let's go..."
As he headed outside, he could not help looking back at the man in white, who was still clutching his wrist with a livid face. An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in his heart,
but there was also a faint unease.
The Longchuan Sword Sect had suffered such a great loss. Would they truly let the matter rest?
The four of them left the inn and had walked less than a hundred paces down the street when they were about to turn a corner,
when an incomparably sharp