As soon as Wei Lin finished speaking, the guards who had already drawn their swords all walked towards Xia Wei, who was kneeling on the ground.
Ye Fantian wanted to act, but as soon as he clenched his fist, he heard Wei Lin say, "Ye Fantian, think about the lives of the hundreds of people in your City Lord Mansion, both old and young!
This Prince speaks, and I am always true to my word. If you dare act, I guarantee they won't live to see tomorrow morning!"
Wei Lin's words cut off Ye Fantian's retreat.
On one side was his subordinate, on the other side was the lives of hundreds in the City Lord Mansion.
How could he choose?
Four swords simultaneously struck down towards Xia Wei's head, just at the moment they were about to slice his head off, a sword gleaming with cold light suddenly appeared.
With just a single stroke, it sliced through the four life-taking long swords.
The sword blades fell to the ground, releasing four sharp, piercing sounds.
