More than a dozen vicious servants, fierce as wolves and tigers, drew the simple sabers at their waists with savage grins and closed in on the two men at the staircase.
These servants were all desperadoes with blood on their hands. Even the weakest were first-rate martial artists, while the two leading them had reached the super first-rate level.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was already an unstoppable force.
The guests in the hall recoiled in fright, shrinking into the corners for fear of being caught up in it.
The innkeeper was so terrified that he fainted on the spot.
Watching the servants charge over, Qin Wuya did not even raise an eyelid.
He knew there was no need for him to act at all.
Lu Shaoyou stood where he was, utterly still.
Just as the foremost servant's saber was about to cleave into his face.
He moved.
No one saw what he did.
All they heard was a crisp snap, as though someone had lightly flicked a finger.
Then a sight that nearly made everyone's eyes pop out unfolded before them.
The Fine Steel Simple Saber in the leading super first-rate servant's hand suddenly broke cleanly into two pieces without warning!
But it was not over yet!
The broken tip flew back at more than ten times the speed at which it had come!
Pfft!
Blood flashed.
A bloody hole appeared between the servant's brows, and the broken blade tip burst out through the back of his skull.
The savage grin on his face froze instantly. The life in his eyes swiftly faded, and he fell straight backward with a dull crash.
Instant kill!
The entire tavern fell into dead silence.
Everyone seemed to have been struck by a immobilization spell, staring blankly at the scene with