Young Master Owl Moon Appears, Bidding the Prince of Yan to Die!

Inside the tavern.

The twenty-four assassins lay dead, and everyone was still reeling in shock.

You slowly turned toward the two stone rooms behind the makeshift shelter. They served as the tavern's kitchen and living quarters.

Their doors were shut tight. It seemed the old man and his granddaughter had feared the martial artists outside and locked themselves in.

At the instant Lu Yu had used Thunder-in-Mouth, the sound of a porcelain bowl shattering had come from inside.

It was almost like a quiet signal.

Everyone followed your gaze.

The Four Elders of the Sword Sect had long wanted to leave and put this trouble behind them. But neither you nor Lu Yu had said a word, and they did not quite dare.

No one could be sure they would not end up in a pool of blood if that "thunder" sounded again.

The deaths of Senluo Hall's assassins were still vivid in their minds.

Huang Yuwei, the woman in green, put her bamboo hat back on, hiding her scarred face.

Inside the stone room!

The old man sensed the change outside, and his expression darkened. He had chosen this moment to strike.

He had never expected Ouyang Huangquan, the mighty master of Senluo Hall, to run away.

Something had gone wrong!

A bowl lay shattered into three pieces beside Xiu'er's feet. She pressed herself against the wall, unease in her eyes. She could feel the tension and danger hanging in the air.

The old man's eyes turned cold at the sight, but he had no time to deal with her now.

He did not dare face Lu Yu alone!

If he retreated like this, his later plans would certainly suffer.

He would be unable to take Xiu'er away. The thought filled him with regret.

Just as he hesitated!

Inside