Wandering Swordsman |

Upon seeing He Yun defeated, the guards of the Wang family mansion immediately lost their fighting spirit and fled in a flash. The once noisy inner hall instantly fell silent, with only the cold laughter of Liu Ming and his men echoing in the air.

Upon seeing this, Shen Mo immediately sensed something was terribly wrong. He looked around and noticed two exquisite swords hanging on the wall two steps away from him. The two swords gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if beckoning him.

Shen Mo swiftly stepped forward, took down the two swords, and handed one to Zhao Xue. He gripped the other longsword tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes. Despite his inner turmoil and fear regarding his own strength, his chivalrous heart prevented him from standing idly by. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and aimed his sword at the villains.

"Miss Zhao, you should quickly take Master Wang and Miss Wang and leave first. I'm going to rescue Brother He." Shen Mo gritted his teeth and said to Master Wang and Miss Zhao behind him. His voice was firm and powerful, as if conveying the last glimmer of hope.

Seeing that Zhao Xue already had a weapon, Master Wang said to her, "Miss Zhao, no matter what, you must protect Ruoling. I'll draw their attention."

Seeing this, Liu Ming laughed arrogantly, his eyes gleaming with smugness. He raised his hand and gestured to his men, "You all go and surround those four. I'll take care of this bastard first, then I'll deal with them."

As soon as Liu Ming finished speaking, several burly men rushed towards Shen Mo and quickly surrounded Wang Yuanwai and his daughter, as well as Shen Mo and Zhao Xue.

Seeing this, Shen Mo was extremely anxious, but he knew that the most important thing at this moment was to protect Master Wang and Miss Zhao.

"Master Wang, Miss Wang, please come as close to me as possible. I will do my best to protect you." Shen Mo said as he swung his sword to block several burly men who tried to approach.

Meanwhile, Liu Ming was pinning down He Yun, whose face was bruised and swollen and who was powerless to resist, and was punching He Yun's face repeatedly. He Yun's face was covered in blood, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm, showing no intention of begging for mercy. Seeing this, Liu Ming's anger intensified, and he punched even harder.

"You brat, if you beg for mercy now, I might consider sparing your life!" Liu Ming said viciously as he continued beating He Yun. His voice was full of threat and ferocity, as if he wanted to beat He Yun to death.

He Yun was beaten until he coughed up blood, his consciousness beginning to blur, but he still did not give in. He struggled to raise his head, using his last strength to spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes still shining with unyielding light: "Pah!"

This action further enraged Liu Ming. He was furious, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He picked up the short sword that He Yun had dropped and, with a murderous intent, stabbed at He Yun.

"Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" Liu Ming said through gritted teeth, the short sword in his hand gleaming coldly in the dim light. He Yun closed his eyes, preparing for the worst, but still felt no fear.

Just at this critical moment, a loud "Stop!" suddenly rang out from outside the inner hall. The voice was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the entire room and even making the roof beams tremble. The voice was filled with unquestionable authority and anger, causing everyone who heard it to freeze for a couple of seconds.

Liu Ming was startled by the sound coming from outside the door. His hand paused in mid-air, the short sword just inches away from He Yun's chest.

He turned to look at the doorway and saw an elderly man with a full head of white hair standing outside. The old man was not tall, but he gave off an aura of unwavering stability. His eyes exuded a stern presence that made people hesitant to look him directly in the eye. Despite his simple clothing, his imposing aura commanded respect.

Upon seeing this, Liu Ming's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure. He believed that an old man couldn't cause much trouble, but to demonstrate his authority, he didn't continue thrusting his sword down. Instead, he stood up and shouted towards the door, "Where did this stinking old man come from!"

After hearing this, the old man silently walked in. His steps were steady, each one seemingly landing on everyone's hearts. He first glanced indifferently at the burly men, a hint of disdain in his eyes. Then, his gaze settled on Shen Mo, scrutinizing him for a moment before nodding slightly and muttering, "Not bad."

Shen Mo felt a warmth in his heart as he sensed the old man's gaze, but he remained vigilant. He gripped his longsword tightly, ready to respond to the burly man's attack at any moment.

The old man then turned his gaze to He Yun, who lay half-dead on the ground, shook his head, and sighed softly. His eyes were filled with helplessness and regret, as if he were heartbroken by He Yun's plight.

The old man then turned his gaze to Liu Ming and asked coldly, "Young man, do you know who is lying on the ground?"

Seeing the old man's composure, Liu Ming felt a growing unease. However, he still felt an old man was no match for him, and sneered, "Old man, I don't care who he is, but you'd better not interfere in my affairs, or next year this day will be your death anniversary."

Anger flickered in the old man's eyes. His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Liu Ming's heart like a hammer blow: "Young man, do you really think you can do whatever you want?"

Liu Ming was enraged by the old man's words, but he still tried to maintain his authority: "Old man, who exactly are you? How dare you meddle in other people's business!"

The old man didn't answer, but continued to approach Liu Ming step by step. Each step seemed so firm, as if no obstacle could stop his advance. Seeing this, Liu Ming felt increasingly uneasy, but he remained calm.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your behavior tonight has violated the laws of nature." The old man's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a sharp knife piercing Liu Ming's heart.

Liu Ming felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, and he involuntarily took a step back. But he remained defiant, raising the dagger in his hand, attempting to threaten the old man verbally: "Old man, if you take another step forward, I won't be polite!"

The old man ignored Liu Ming and continued to slowly approach him.

Seeing the old man's resolute attitude, Liu Ming felt a sense of fear. He turned to look at his men and saw that they also seemed hesitant, which made him even more apprehensive.

"Brothers, charge!" Liu Ming finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, trying to regain control of the situation. The burly men who had surrounded Shen Mo responded immediately, leaving only four to continue surrounding Shen Mo and his group. Then the other burly men walked towards the old man.

Seeing this, the old man immediately turned to look at the burly men approaching him, and then gave a cold smile: "You cowards are not worthy to fight me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old man suddenly appeared before Liu Ming in a flash. Before Liu Ming could react, the old man had already struck him in the chest with his palm. Liu Ming immediately felt a tremendous force, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground as if he had suffered a severe internal injury. Then, enduring the excruciating pain, Liu Ming struggled to his feet.