C18 (1/2)

Ah!

Within Drunken Fragrance Inn, the slaughter continued.

When a guard took advantage of Wang Gui holding Ye Zhen back, he took the opportunity to jump out of the window with his heavy injuries. He immediately informed all the forces of Drunken Fragrance Pavilion that had spread throughout the area.

Soon, the streets were full of people.

The people of Drunken Fragrance Inn rushed back with a murderous look on their faces.

However, Ye Zhen did not run away. With the Silver Dragon Sword in his hand, he fought his way from the first floor to the second floor, then from the second floor to the various rooms.

If it weren't for Wang Gui's injuries, not a single person from Drunken Fragrance Inn would have survived. Even those who dared to come forward and berate Young Master Xunhuan had been killed by Ye Zhen.

When Cheng Yuan had just come out of the private room, he had angrily shouted that he wanted to go up and kill the youth. However, when he saw that the youth had easily killed several eighth level Refinement Stage cultivators, he immediately gave up.

At this moment, he was curled up in a corner of the second floor's living room. His eyes widened in fear as he watched the cold-blooded, bloodthirsty slaughter of the youth.

The youngster's reddened eyes glanced at him for a moment, causing him to almost wet his pants in shock.

Who knew how Young Master Xunhuan managed to provoke such a terrifying god of death.

Wang Gui saw that all of the Drunken Fragrance Inn's guards that he had gathered for all these years had been killed by Ye Zhen, and he was immediately filled with grief and indignation. He went forward to fight with his life on the line while shouting angrily, ”Scoundrel!” How did my Drunken Fragrance Pavilion offend you? How can you be so cruel and merciless?

Ye Zhen killed one of the guards that pounced over. His other fist flashed with a golden light as it collided with the spirit sword that came slashing down in anger. ”Kacha!” It actually directly broke the mid-grade magic tool in his hand!

With just his fist, he had broken the middle grade spirit sword in his hand. It immediately caused the surrounding people to become even more panic-stricken.

As for Wang Gui, he was sent flying backwards by that unstoppable fist, heavily smashing into the wall. ”Wah!” He spat out a mouthful of blood and landed on the ground in a sorry state.

He held onto his broken ribs, and his eyes revealed the fear and disbelief of jealousy. His mid-grade magic tool was actually broken by this person's fist. How was this possible?

”Quick!” Hurry and report this to Young Master! ”

Wang Gui's face was covered in blood and he did not dare hesitate. He quickly roared and once again pounced towards Ye Zhen with all his might. He wanted to give the remaining guards a chance to escape so that they could prepare themselves for his escape.

The corner of Ye Zhen's mouth revealed a hint of ridicule. His feet moved and his body dodged the deathblow. With a wave of the Silver Dragon Sword, a silver light flew across with a 'whoosh' and directly cut his body into two halves.

One of the guards took the opportunity to jump out of the window and run away.

There was a trace of mockery in Ye Zhen's eyes, but he did not give chase immediately. He quickly killed off the remaining few people from Drunken Fragrance Inn, then brought over a jar of wine and smashed it on the floor.

Then he went to the kitchen and found a torch. He threw it on the ground and with a ”Hua” sound, a flame soared. In a blink of an eye, it had filled the entire hall.

The guests fled screaming, and those on the second floor began to jump.