"Get lost!"
A booming shout shook the long street!
The guard was swept away with a staff strike but wasn't killed.
Lin Miao, holding a long staff, hair draping over his shoulders, moving even without wind, eyes sharp as knives, walked slowly towards Mr. Xue and his group, like a menacing deity.
The horses beneath them, overwhelmed by the murderous aura, couldn't help but rear up and scream to the sky.
Mr. Xue and his group turned ashen at the sight, unable to take on even one man among so many. Especially his most trusted guard leader, a Bone Forging Realm expert from the Green Blade Sect, who was injured, terrified, and turned his horse's head, fleeing hastily, as if fearing his parents had conceived him without a leg.
The guards who were beaten and fell to the ground were scrambling and rolling away faster than rabbits.
