No one answered. A sudden gust of wind swept through, extinguishing all the lamps in the Assembly Hall and plunging the room into pitch-black darkness.
These were all hardened men of the Jianghu, accustomed to life-and-death struggles. Realizing an enemy had launched a sneak attack, they all scrambled to find their weapons.
But they were all half-drunk. How could they find their weapons in the sudden chaos? A clamor erupted as they stumbled around in disarray.
In the darkness, a saber-wielding figure slipped into the Assembly Hall like a phantom.
Wherever the Long Saber passed, heads flew.
SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!
Even the weakest of these dozens of men was a Perfect Martial Artist of the Skin Grinding Realm, yet none could withstand a single blow.
Amidst the sound of the Long Saber slicing through flesh, heads tumbled to the ground one after another like gourds.
