Chapter 1153 - When The Sword Is Drawn, The World is Amazed (1/2)

“You owe Hu Baiwan a favor, and in the end, you will definitely help Hu Baiwan. I won’t fight a meaningless battle, and neither do I want to bring trouble to myself. Leave, all of you.”

The white-clad young man’s words caused many people to be shocked. Not only could the male players not believe that he would actually be able to be ruthless enough to scold a beauty like Osaya, they could much less believe that the white-clad young man they believed to be a coward would actually scold Hu Baiwan as well.

‘Leave, all of you.’

Those words were directed at Osaya, Hu Baiwan, and his men as well…

“Hmph! You have guts!”

The Chinese-speaking barbarian snorted coldly. “My master is the only person in the world who can command us.

“Why are you still waiting? Hurry up and kill that person!”

The red-clad Lamas answered to his command at the same time. Their red kasayas danced and formed huge blasts of wind. The tables and chairs nearby were instantly broken and sent flying in every direction. The people by the side shot backwards to prevent themselves from getting involved.

“How preposterous!”

The red-clad Lamas’ attacks were not aimed at the white-clad young man, but the old man standing behind the white-clad old man, whose strength at the later stage of Myth Realm brought them quite a lot of pressure. The old man flicked his wrists, and he caused two Lamas to stagger a few steps backward. The difference in their strength was as clear as day with this one exchange.

Clang!

A cold glare shone.

The old man in the later stage of Myth Realm drew his sword. A spark shot up, and it instantly turned into layers of sword forces. He slashed in four directions, and the slashes formed a formation that protected the white-clad young man within it.

The red-clad Lamas moved, some jumped in the air, and some bent their bodies. Fierce wind-generated gusts of wind landed on the sword forces, and they negated the sword forces. Banging sounds rose nonstop.

Within an instant, the hall of the inn was reduced to a disorderly battlefield.

The white-clad young man’s table was the only table that remained in perfect condition. The other tables were all shattered. Even the best carpenters would find it hard to repair those tables.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fragments of tables and chairs flew everywhere in the inn. Jin Xiangyu and her employees hid by the side and watched with quivering hearts. “I just knew that those barbarians would definitely cause trouble… Young Wu, go and make preparations! After they finish fighting, you absolutely must kill them with poison and turn them into food…”

“Ah, boss, I won’t eat it.” Young Wu looked troubled.

Jin Xiangyu glared at him. “Idiot!”

“Even if it’s free, I wouldn’t eat it as well.” Young Wu shook his head firmly.

“It’s not for you, hair-for-brains.” Jin Xiangyu was agitated. She smacked the back of her employee’s head. “Hurry up and prepare your tools. There are going to be more customers coming here later. What are we going to do if we don’t have enough tables and chairs to serve them?”

The strength of those at the later stage of Myth Realm was only one level higher than those at the middle stage of Myth Realm, and two levels for those at the beginning stage of Myth Realm. Even so, it would not be a problem for such people to fight against three to four people alone. However, as more red-clad Lamas joined the fray, the old man became unable to handle the situation, and the defense line formed by dense sword forces gradually started showing loopholes.

“Ha!”

A red-clad Lama seized the chance when the old man turned around to deliver a palm-generated wind that could break stones from his side. He attacked from the old man’s side, and with a howl, the palm-generated wind went to strike the old man’s back.

But at the moment the palm-generated wind reached the old man’s back, a great force suddenly rammed into his back. The Lama felt as if he had been rammed into by a huge stone worth ten thousand pounds. His chest caved in instantly, and with an even faster speed, he fell among the wanderers who were watching the fight.

“Cough!”

Blood splattered all over the place.

The red-clad Lama struggled to push his upper body up. With his head thrown slightly back, he pointed in the direction of the white-clad young man. “You… You…”

He did not manage to finish his sentence. Unable to catch his next breath, he fell on the floor and died on the spot.

However, the old man in the later stage of Myth Realm was still in a difficult spot.

Just now, when he heard wind suddenly stir behind him, his heart had trembled in fear, and he instantly had a loophole appear in his defense. So he suffered two strikes to his chest.

Whoosh!

Even though the old man delivered a sword slash that allowed him to injure the person who injured him as well, when he moved back, a trickle of blood had still appeared at the corners of his mouth. His face turned a little paler than before, and his chest heaved.

“Kill him!”

The group of red-clad Lamas might have been forced back, but they were just in time to see a comrade of theirs be killed on the spot. Their expressions were savage and cold. They shouted at the same time, and their momentum grew. The wind from their palms came charging at the old man like an avalanche.

The old man’s expression instantly changed.

Eleven red-clad Lamas attacked at full force, and their momentum was even greater than two elites at the peak of Myth Realm combined. No matter what, it was impossible for him to parry this round of attacks. Besides, he also suffered from internal injuries.

At that moment, Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow noticed that a strange sword had appeared on the white-clad young man’s table.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind stirred, and the young man disappeared abruptly along with the sword.

‘He’s so fast!’

Before the people in the inn could even express their shock, a dazzling sword force shot up before the palm-generated gusts of wind and crashed into the eleven red-clad Lamas.

Riiiiiiippppp!

The sound of something being torn apart rose.

The group of red-clad Lamas cried out in pain and fell back. With loud crashes, they shattered a few chairs and tables, and they were put on a pathetic sight when they fell.

No one knew what happened.

The palm-generated gusts of wind with the force of an avalanche was shattered in the air like a bubble pierced.

The group of red-clad Lamas were sent flying away by the elegant white-clad young man, and all of them had a wound on their chests. Blood poured out from that area.

As for the white-clad young man, at the moment the sword force appeared, he returned to his seat, as if he had never moved from it. His longsword was placed on the table, and he lifted his cup to take a sip from it. His movements were relaxed.

“Hiss…”

No one knew who started it, but sounds of people sucking in sharp breaths rose in the inn.

Even Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow felt a shock they had never experienced before, and their hearts trembled in amazement.