Chu Xisheng's saber intent even reached beyond the Taste-Knowing Pavilion.
Some of the bandits outside bore the brunt of it. Their heads reeled, and blood seeped from their mouths and noses.
Those behind them also stopped. They no longer dared charge into the restaurant, staring at the pitch-black building ahead with uncertain, suspicious eyes.
"Everyone, hold up! This one's a thorny target!"
"There's no sound inside. Everyone who went in is dead."
"Fuck! Is that guy inside really only Eighth-Rank Lower?"
The stronghold's eighth chief, Fei Liqing, also came to Luo Liang's side, his face grim.
His cultivation was Seventh-Rank Lower. Dressed in black scholarly robes, with fair, delicate skin and handsome features, he looked like a pale-faced scholar.
"What the hell! This fellow's saber intent is so powerful, yet the Xiushui Martial Discourse Tower only ranked him eighty-ninth! Fuck their ancestors! Even I have to give saber intent this powerful a wide berth."
"It should be Yazi Saber Intent!"
Luo Liang chewed on a stalk of straw, looking thoughtful. "Dong Linshan said this saber intent is extremely unusual. It was passed down from the Blood-Yazi Saber Lord. The stronger and more numerous his enemies, and the greater their killing intent, the stronger his saber intent becomes. His saber intent might already have reached the strength of the seventh level."
Ordinary Upper Seventh-Rank martial cultivators could not possess seventh-level martial intent.
Fei Liqing frowned slightly.
He had also read Dong Linshan's article explaining Yazi Saber Intent and thought that this was indeed troublesome.
However, Dong Linshan had also said that Yazi Saber Intent only worked within a certain distance.
With Chu Xisheng's current mastery of saber intent, he could only sense hostility within a hundred zhang.
"Can we have the Shangguan Clan's household guards and clan troops pull back a