Yuwen Jun's words were like the final straw that broke the camel's back, causing the Gu People's mentality to completely shatter.
They simultaneously drew the scimitars from their waists: "If you don't take the toast offered, then don't blame us for serving penalty wine."
Yuwen Jun curled his lips into a cold smile, and in the next moment, the sword in his hand exploded with silver light.
The glow was as dazzling as daylight, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes. Just as the Gu People rubbed their eyes, they heard the wind rising around them, and when they regained their senses, Yuwen Jun was already right in front of them. He raised his hand, and with the fall of his blade, a Gu person's head fell to the ground.
The others, seeing their comrade decapitated, instantly exploded into action, and a battle of one against a hundred was on the verge of breaking out.
