The man pierced by the sword on the chest clearly didn't know Zhang Zidao's identity as he cursed the scruffy old Daoist.
Blood poured from his mouth as he swayed and collapsed, "Killed... the Gu Speaker. We must absolutely not let... her enter Tianying Village to inherit..."
"Kill!!" In the darkness of the night, a piercing scream shattered the sky.
Torches moved all around, and countless people dressed in long robes and carrying Miao Knives surrounded Zhang Zidao and me.
My heart felt as if it was suddenly seized, and my legs uncontrollably went weak.
So many people, each with a knife.
They could chop Zhang Zidao and me into mincemeat.
No matter how good martial arts might be, it still feared kitchen knives.
"Heh~" Just then, Zhang Zidao let out a cold laugh and drew the gourd from his waist.
He spat on the Bronze Sword, and as its edge slashed through his palm, he said, "Disciple, with your master here, why do you tremble?"
