Chen Shi'an stood behind the door, quietly listening to the sounds outside.
He knew the three Entry-Rank experts who had gone out to chase Mo Wuyang had returned.
Soon, footsteps reached the door.
With a creak, someone pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was the dark-faced man who had been the first to give chase.
Before the foot the dark-faced man had lifted over the threshold could touch the ground, a cold gleam swept toward his face. It was the Windbreaker Saber.
Scared out of his wits, the dark-faced man instinctively darted backward.
But under these circumstances, how could he possibly evade Chen Shi'an's Windbreaker Saber?
Slash!
The Windbreaker Saber swept across, slicing straight through the dark-faced man's throat.
Clutching his throat tightly, the dark-faced man fell onto his back, his eyes wide open in death.
Of the five Ranked Martial Artists on Xu Liang's side, Third Grade Xu Liang and the two Second-Rank Martial Artists were now all dead.
The remaining Yellow-Robed Man and black-robed woman were only at the first rank.
At this sudden turn of events, both the Yellow-Robed Man and the black-robed woman paled in shock.
They immediately darted backward, putting more than ten feet between themselves and the doorway.
At the same time, Chen Shi'an slowly walked out of the house, the Windbreaker Saber already back in its sheath.
As he emerged, the Yellow-Robed Man and the black-robed woman saw the bodies of Xu Liang and the gaunt old man.
The terror on their faces deepened.
They exchanged a glance and prepared to flee.
Seeing their intention, Chen Shi'an said quietly, "Right now, these woods are already surrounded by Fu Qianfan's men. Even if you try to escape now, you couldn't get away even if you grew wings.
"Today, you will surely die.