Their shock only lasted a moment. The Black Tiger Gang members reacted quickly, and all of them locked onto their target: the blue-robed youth headed toward the main atrium!

“Brothers, seize him! Cut him up!”

“Kill!” There was a sudden commotion as the gang members seemingly transformed into malevolent gods. They raised their weapons, shouted, and charged at Su Yi.

Perhaps this was simply because they’d already had too much to drink, but every last one of them was ready and raring to go. They charged ahead without fear.

But Su Yi was as calm as ever, as if he didn’t even see them.

He didn’t so much as turn around to look at them. Mortal Edge let out a clear hum, and in an instant, sharp sword shadows shot out like lightning, one after another. Illusory blades crossed and overlapped, covering the entire area.

The villains of the Black Tiger Gang were a motley crowd. At best, they knew a few coarse fist techniques or crude kicks. They’d yet to so much as brush up against the threshold of the Martial Dao.

How could they possibly be a match for Su Yi?

In an instant, corpses lay scattered across the ground, fresh blood gathering into puddles, the red stark and eye-catching beneath the...