Yang Qing and Bu Er stood side by side in the small courtyard, gazing at the pitch-black sky outside.
They had not expected that, before Jiang Zhizhou and Ouyang Lin returned, several uninvited guests would arrive instead.
"Tsk, I thought the Alliance leader had summoned us to help because he was dealing with some formidable figures. Who knew they were nothing but..."
A burly man shoved the courtyard gate open and swaggered inside, carrying a large saber.
Pei Buji's expression hardened, and he stepped forward. "Nothing but what?"
The man looked Pei Buji up and down and snorted disdainfully. "Some nobodies unfit to show their faces in decent company, yet the Alliance leader made such a fuss over them."
"Is that so?" Pei Buji flicked his hand. A silver gleam flashed, and the man let out a squeal like a pig being slaughtered.
With a splat, a bloody ear fell to the ground.
"You—you just wait!"
The man clapped a hand over the wound where his ear had been sliced off. After shouting at them, he fled as though he had wings.
In moments, he had vanished from sight.
Looking at the wide-open courtyard gate, Yang Qing and the others wore grim expressions.
"The Mu Family really will stop at nothing to satisfy their selfish desires."
Pei Buji stared outside, his eyes dark. "The one who just came was merely a nobody."
"The ones who come next will probably be the hardest to deal with."
As the supreme power of the martial world, the Mu Family truly could summon a hundred responses with a single call.
Although they had secretly averted a catastrophe in the martial world, they had ultimately been forced onto the back foot.
Before Pei Buji finished speaking, several more people leaped into their courtyard.
Without a