He was now a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, not to mention he had replaced his henchmen, even if it were still Huayue Zirong, he could beat them until they were searching for teeth on the ground.
Last time he had failed to succeed, Qin Li had lost face. Now that his strength had skyrocketed, he naturally wanted to regain his lost face. Holding his head high, he adopted the posture of an unparalleled expert, and casually struck forward with a palm.
"Alas, hasn’t he heard the saying about getting struck by lightning for showing off?" Mu Hanyan sighed softly.
"Bang!" A muffled sound burst out, Qin Li spat blood and flew backward, slamming heavily into a wall.
"You... you’re actually a Sword Master!" Qin Li struggled to stand up using the wall for support. He had barely finished his sentence before another mouthful of blood spewed out, and then he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Sword Master, actually a Sword Master." No one had expected that one of Mu Hanyan’s followers was a high-level Sword Master. The people who were about to leave immediately stopped in their tracks, their spirits reviving.
"Sword... Sword Master..." Yuan Tianbo was so terrified that his calves trembled, and he cried silently to himself: This jinx, this jinx keeps getting stronger, not to mention even his lackeys are stronger than each other.
The guards who had moved forward were also terrified. They had been full of momentum before, but now they were all like deflated chickens, shrinking their necks and quietly retreating, their eyes darting around, not daring to meet Yan Yuchu’s gaze.
A Sword Master, not even in the same realm as a Swordsman. Only a freak who had lived two lifetimes like Mu Hanyan could dare to challenge across levels. No one else would even dare to dream of it.
Looking at the dent in Qin Li’s chest, Mu Hanyan knew that he was completely finished, not even a Heavenly God descending could restore his strength. His mood lightened and became more joyful now that a hidden danger to the Mu Family had been thoroughly removed.
"Young Master Yuan, are we still closing up shop?" Mu Hanyan asked jokingly.
Yan Yuchu cooperated and drew his longsword, trimmed his nails, then with a clang sheathed it back.
With that clang, Yuan Tianbo shuddered violently as if the sword had been thrust into his tender heart, scaring him speechless.
The others, witnessing this scene, secretly wiped their foreheads. What’s going on? You’re a Sword Master, a Sword Master! If you want to trim your nails, just grab a nail clipper. Is it necessary to draw your sword? It’s only because Yuan Tianbo’s resolve is still strong, anyone else would have been scared to death.
However, Mu Hanyan was quite satisfied with Yan Yuchu’s performance. He had never noticed before that the Lord City Master had great potential to be a high-level lackey. Hmm, City Lord as a lackey, it seems only the Mu Family, the big playboy, could boast of such a unique position. Having such a high-level lackey, this weird sense of achievement made Mu Hanyan’s own mouth twitch.
"Uh, Young Master Yuan is speechless, then shall we continue playing?" Mu Hanyan waved his hand arrogantly.
As he spoke, Mu Hanyan picked up another piece of Meteorite Gold Ore.
"Wait," Yuan Tianbo spoke again in a trembling voice.
Although he wanted to turn around and leave, he couldn’t. His position today was all thanks to the Meteorite Gold Mine of Little Pond City, all thanks to this Stone Tasting Conference. If he just walked away like that, how could he explain it to his family?
"What’s the matter, Young Master Yuan, about to pull another trick?" Mu Hanyan looked disdainfully at Yuan Tianbo. In fact, Mu Hanyan did admire this fool a bit. After suffering so many losses at his hands and still "unyielding," continuing to suffer losses, he indeed had a tenacious spirit, not something ordinary people could compare to.