"Open the door! Room inspection!"
Upon hearing the voices outside, Qinghong Fairy bristled with anger.
As the owner of Qinghong Building, she always checked on others, never did anyone check on her.
This is outrageous!
Outrageous indeed!
What's more insolent was the loud crash as the door was forcibly pushed open by the outsiders.
How dare they intrude upon a fairy's chamber?
Duan Yun stood there, looking solemn.
"Bastard!"
"Bastard!"
The Fusang Martial Artists were furious.
They were Lord Hai's, nobody had ever been rude to them.
Qinghong Fairy was even more enraged, cursing, "Get out of here!"
Being overly agitated, she completely forgot her practiced soft Hai State dialect and directly shouted in her native language.
While speaking, Qinghong Fairy thrust out her right palm, sending a surge of palm force towards Duan Yun.
This palm seed ordinary, yet it concealed the terrifying Nine-layered Soft Palm Force, enough to dissolve bones.
The Nine-layered Bone-Softening Palm was her signature move.
But in the next mont, Qinghong Fairy paused.
Because the scene she imagined, where the opponent's bones dissolved and body crumbled, did not appear.
Duan Yun was still standing there unhard, leaving her feeling slightly awkward in front of the three from Hai State.
"Is he still a master?"
At this mont, the three Fusang people recognized Duan Yun, who had rushed them. The purple-clad man in the lead shouted furiously, "Idiot, so it was you, this foreign pig!"
"Die!"
The purple-clad Fusang man stepped forward, drawing a katana from his back.
The man in the ink-purple clothes wielded a katana that was pink, frighteningly pink.
As the sword was unsheathed, the entire room lit up with a pink glow, as if cherry blossoms were everywhere, dazzlingly bright to the point of barely opening one's eyes.
Because he had added Fusang's pink smoke into the sheath.
This was Fusang Martial Artists' killing move, "Fallen Sakura Sword Draw," while you are still dazzled by the falling sakura-like pink, his quick and sharp blade was already claiming lives.
In this mont, the purple-clad martial artist flickered, appearing behind Duan Yun.
With a clack, his katana returned to its sheath.
The surrounding pink dispersed, and the Fusang Martial Artist stood in the wind, calm and composed.
Monts later, he couldn't help but emit a startled "Huh?"
What he imagined, blood spouting from the throat and this young man falling to the ground in shock did not happen.
Duan Yun still stood there, his posture upright, making him appear sowhat vulgar by contrast.
He ca alertly beside Duan Yun, gripping the sword, terrified.
He discovered Duan Yun was unhard.
"No, impossible! My sword."
Duan Yun looked at the four, disappointedly stating, "Not even strong enough to kill, yet aspiring to be gangsters."
All four were shocked, realizing Duan Yun was a top-tier master.
Exchanging glances, the three Fusang n, without hesitation, simultaneously drew their swords.
The three katanas burst out with dazzling sword light like flowers.
Their swords were already fast and vicious, coupled with high-concentrated smoke, coordinated impeccably. The three swords ford a family-unique "Three-Sword Style," giving the illusion of dozens of people wielding blades, creating a continuous sound of blade cutting through the air.
Even a master of Qinghong Fairy's caliber could only lant, "Couldn't tell, really couldn't tell!"
With a snap, the colorful sword light and accompanying air slicing sound vanished in an instant.
The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, as if ti stood still.
Qinghong Fairy and the three Fusang people gaped, nearly forgetting to breathe.
At this mont, they saw those insidiously treacherous katanas caught firmly by Duan Yun's palms, as if swatting mosquitoes.
"Can you exert more strength? I'm not even sweating," Duan Yun said, his expression solemn.
In this instant, the three Fusang Martial Artists lost their fighting spirit.
Because this was their most proud killing move, yet appeared worthless in another's eyes.
The disparity was rather significant.
Without hesitation, cherishing their lives, they simultaneously swept back, opting to escape.
After all, they were Lord Hai's, the upper class, regarded as "Heavenly Dragon People" in local Fusang dialect; their lives were precious.
Cannot be hard by this random rebellious master!
It must be said, their swords were fast, Qinggong movent technique faster yet, one beside was even resorting to Fusang ninja's Smoke Escape Skill.
But that's when Duan Yun acted.
He clamped the katanas with his palms and with a rub, they shattered into pieces, shooting out like Heavy Rain Pear Blossoms!
Bang bang bang!
The window of the room was straight blown out, revealing the inside scene to the onlookers outside.
Together with the scene, three awful cries were exposed.
"Lord Hai!"
Keen-eyed individuals imdiately recognized those "Lord Hai," several ranks above them, but shortly, their eyes were filled with terror.
For the three Lords Hai already had nurous blade shards embedded, most pitifully being the purple-clad Lord Hai, the hilt stuck in his head, making his whole head seem split open.
Then, they saw Duan Yun.
The sa man again!
"Such audacity, targeting goddess without ntion, now daring to attack Lords Hai!"
Soone exclaid.
No sooner had he spoken than with a thud, the esteed Lords Hai was stomped by that handso foreign fighter, sinking the blade hilt deeper.
Lords Hai shrieked even more miserably.
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