The sword cultivator fought three opponents alone and refused to leave even after being wounded. Clearly, he had something to fall back on.
The commerce guild's two attendants looked livid, but there was nothing they could do. They could only let go of their dead colleague's body, steel themselves, and step forward to fight him again.
"Hahahaha!" The sword cultivator laughed uproariously as he darted about in battle. "You're both Foundation Establishment cultivators, after all. In a sect, you'd be worthy of becoming true disciples. Do you really want to die as miserably under my sword as this fellow Lin?"
The middle-aged attendant snapped, "Enough nonsense! We take their pay and serve them faithfully. We're nothing like you country rabble who know nothing of honor!"
The elderly attendant said, "Indeed. Why would cultivators like us fear a fight?"
The sword cultivator said, "A dead duck still won't soften its beak. You're nothing but fools throwing your lives away for someone else!"
"Shut up!" the middle-aged attendant shouted. "You're just a vicious bandit! What right do you have to judge us?"
The sword cultivator said, "What a joke. I'm merely teaching these crooked merchants a lesson. What's wrong with that?"
As they spoke, battle resumed. Fighting two opponents alone, the sword cultivator showed no sign of being at a disadvantage. If anything, he grew fiercer with every exchange.
His strength lay not only in his cultivation and Dharma Power. His Dao Path and combat experience clearly surpassed theirs as well. Step by step, he steered the battle, cutting through their protective gang and wearing down their minds and strength.
Li Ling noticed that the two attendants' expressions were growing increasingly grave.
They had already considered themselves at a disadvantage. Now their fighting spirit was gone, and all they could do was