"Have there really been no suspicious people lately?" an officer of the Griffin Legion asked, looking at Yilian, the innkeeper.
"My honored sir, our inn has always had an excellent reputation in Warren City. We've often cooperated with Lord Aski's work over the years, too. If there were anyone suspicious, we would certainly report them to you at once!" The plump Yilian remained all smiles as she assured him there would be no problems with the inn.
"Hmm, I imagine there shouldn't be any problems with your inn!" the officer said, his expression calm and his voice stern.
Just then, a shrill whistle suddenly rang out. A faint red streak cut across the night sky, shooting straight at the officer with a whoosh.
The officer, who had been keeping up appearances while talking to Yilian, had actually been on his guard for some time. Otherwise, he would not have sent his soldier out for reinforcements. The moment the shrill whistle rang out, the battle-hardened officer drew the greatsword at his waist with a clang. Deep blue-green battle aura suddenly burst from its hilt as he moved to meet the streak of red light hurtling toward him.
With a metallic clang, the Demon-Slaying Edge slammed into his blade, instantly extinguishing his battle aura and cutting a notch into the blade he gripped.
At the same time, a figure flashed over like lightning, an iron fist growing larger as it suddenly hammered down at the officer. Startled, the soldier raised his empty left hand before his chest, trying to block Han Shuo's punch.
The seemingly ordinary fist suddenly erupted in purple demon flame as it reached his chest. A bitterly cold presence swept over him, invading every limb and bone the moment Han Shuo's fist struck his chest.
In an instant, the