"Any unrelated persons may leave, just leave Liu Yulai here."
Jiang Chunhua laughed in anger:
"Looking at your attire, you must be from the Mirror of Sin.
"But even if it's the Mirror of Sin, daring to be presumptuous in my Iron Blood Hall is still a path of self-destruction!"
Chu Qing's eyes flickered, already aware that this street definitely did not only have this one swordsman.
There were twelve more people in the shadows.
But these people have exceptional Breath Concealment Technique, and with Jiang Chunhua and Liu Yu's skills, discovering them would be difficult.
The swordsman sighed upon hearing this:
"Why must it come to this?"
With that, he stepped forward, murder intent and sword intent swirling around him.
As he walked, he slowly spoke:
"When the wind rises, the flowers bloom; when the sword falls, the farewell is most sorrowful..."
His voice was desolate, the murder intent hidden within gloom.
