The moment the disciples of the Nine-story Sword Tower entered, the atmosphere throughout the tavern changed.
The martial artists who had been talking loudly all lowered their voices unconsciously, their gazes filled with awe and distance.
Chen Jing's group headed straight for the second floor, clearly having made reservations beforehand.
Just as they passed a table, a pretty female disciple with a trace of harshness between her brows suddenly stopped.
She stared coldly at the martial artists who had just been discussing Jian Wuchen.
"Were you the ones gossiping about my senior brother just now?" Her voice was crisp, yet it carried an icy chill.
The expressions of the martial artists at that table changed. One of them hurriedly rose and cupped his fists, forcing out a smile. "Miss, you misunderstand. We were only..."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense." The female disciple gave him no chance to explain. A vicious glint flashed through her eyes. "On the turf of Jiannan City, speaking recklessly about my Nine-story Sword Tower is a crime punishable by death!"
Before her words had faded, a sharp clang rang out, followed by a flash of cold light!
"Ah!"
A scream rang out. The martial artist who had tried to explain had his entire right arm severed at the shoulder, where it fell to the ground!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
The tavern erupted in uproar. Everyone was stunned by the sudden bloody scene.
No one had expected that merely because of a single remark, these disciples of the Nine-story Sword Tower would strike with such vicious cruelty!
Several drops of warm blood landed squarely on Lu Shaoyou's dinner plate.
Lu Shaoyou's chopsticks, which were holding a piece of food, halted in midair.
He frowned, raised his head, and looked at the