As soon as the words fell, the inn instantly plunged into a deathly silence.
The next instant,
that Young Master Liu erupted in fury, slamming the table as he roared, "You hillbilly, I've put up with you for long enough, you son of a—"
"Cheng!"
Suddenly, a clash of metal rang out in the inn,
a flash of saber light swept past,
Gu Zhan's figure, ghostly and swift, vanished with the blade's gleam, only to appear before Young Master Liu, a Horizontal Saber in his hand thrusting straight into Liu's mouth,
the saber tip pierced through the back of Liu's skull, and with a slight twist,
his head exploded, brains splattering everywhere.
"Foul mouth!"
Gu Zhan cursed, his Horizontal Saber erupting with bursts of saber qi. With a wave of his blade, cold and clear as autumn water, several heads soared skyward, blood raining instantly. Liu's bodyguards all lost their heads in the blink of an eye.
In that moment, the inn fell mute again.
