Faced with the thug charging at him with a murderous look, Lu Yi immediately slipped aside and dodged his attack.
The thug paid it no mind. He had attacked only to clear an escape route. Now that the person blocking the door had moved, there was no reason to keep fighting him.
"Smart of you!"
With the door almost within reach, he tossed out those words and lunged for it.
But in the next instant, a flash of sword light cut through the air. The thug thought he was free, only to feel a chill at his back as a tremendous force hurled him forward.
He slammed into the wall beside the door. Looking down at his chest, he saw that a blade had run straight through him and driven deep into the wall.
He turned toward the unfamiliar face that had blocked the doorway moments ago. The stranger merely shrugged, a faint smile on his lips.
"Why do you think I stepped aside?" Lu Yi curled his lip, then turned his attention to the black-clad figure who had lost her weapon. "Grow eyes on your backside in your next life. Watch what's behind you."
Pinned fast to the wall, the thug flushed with rage, but his punctured lung and the blood rising in his throat left him unable to utter a word.
Lu Yi ignored him, walked over, and pulled the sword free.
The unarmed black-clad woman was once again facing the combined assault of the five or six people left. She had not fallen entirely on the defensive, but her earlier composure was gone.
Yet she seemed to have reservations and still refused to unleash her Martial Soul.
Lu Yi wiped the blood from the sword, then leaned against the wall and watched the chaotic fight.
Judging by