The atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
The sound of weapons filled the air as the Embroidered Uniform Guards all drew their sabers in unison.
Wu Ming and several other young masters glanced at the Embroidered Uniform Guards, all with looks of disdain.
"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Gu. Let's end tonight's banquet here. Lord Gu, you'd best stay busy as Lord Hundred Households. After this, don't bother with these little games—we're all busy, not that idle."
As Wu Ming spoke, he picked up a cup of wine from the table and slowly poured it onto the ground, saying, "This cup of wine... Lord Gu, drink it at your leisure!"
As Wu Ming's words fell,
the six Innate Martial Artists all stepped forward at once.
In that instant, a terrifying oppressive force surged forth again. Every Embroidered Uniform Guard in the hall felt as if they bore the weight of a thousand jin; some even broke into a cold sweat on their foreheads.
