The middle-aged man's voice was cold.
"You might be able to stop a few of us, but can you stop everyone?"
The man leaped far away, shouting with a bravado he didn't feel.
The middle-aged Sword Holder was, of course, Daoist Yun Hao.
Hearing this, Yun Hao narrowed his eyes. In a flash, he appeared at the man's side. With a SWISH, he jabbed two fingers out, immobilizing him.
"I can't control what happens to the others, but your opportunity is gone, at least!"
With that said, Yun Hao instantly returned to his original spot, his cold gaze still fixed on the mountain path.
The man stood like a statue on a rocky outcrop, a conspicuous sight.
The others exchanged glances, unsure whether to move or stay put.
They didn't believe the people of Qingcheng would dare to kill anyone; that would surely provoke public outrage.
But they were afraid of having their pressure points sealed.
