The scar-faced man was furious.
He slapped the table with his right hand and stood up.
"You don't want face!"
A peak Houtian late-stage cultivation erupted from the scar-faced man's body, and he grabbed toward Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu merely glanced at it indifferently and casually kicked out.
With a loud bang, the scar-faced man flew backward and knocked down a few disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect.
Puchi!
The scar-faced man spat out a mouthful of blood.
A ferocious expression appeared on the scar-faced man's face as he pointed at Song Qingshu.
"Disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect, listen up!”
The twenty or so disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect drew their scimitars from their waists and charged at Song Qingshu with a fierce look in their eyes.
These people's cultivation levels varied from third-rate, second-rate to late-stage Hou Tian.
Seeing this, the customers in the teahouse stood up and hid at the side, afraid of getting burned.
"Aiya, this young man is too impulsive. Is this his first time in the martial arts world?”
"That's right. I think she's used to getting whatever she wants at home and can't take any losses.”
"These people from the Bloody Blade Sect are ruthless and merciless.”
"There are more than twenty people from the Bloody Blade Sect, and nearly ten of them are at the Postliminary Realm.”
Faced with the menacing disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect, Song Qingshu drew his sword out of its scabbard with his right hand!
The customers in the teahouse saw a bright sword light flash past, making them narrow their eyes.
Only Old Huang was staring unblinkingly in Song Qingshu's direction with an interested expression.
Swoosh!
Song Qingshu's figure disappeared from his position.
A white shadow shuttled between the disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect.
Only the sound of a sword rang out in the teahouse.
A few seconds later, Song Qingshu sat back down.
The customers immediately widened their eyes.
Song Qingshu's clothes were still as white as ever, and even the sword beside him was quietly leaning against the table.
Everything that happened before seemed to be an illusion.
Only Old Yellow muttered to himself with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"This young man seems to be using the Wudang sword technique? No, no, the Wudang swordsmanship was not so powerful. Strange, strange!”
The customers didn't know what had happened.
However, he could see that the disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect were all frozen on the spot, motionless.
Thud! Thud!
It was like a signal.
As the first disciple fell, the rest of the disciples fell one after another.
Blood spurted out from the throats of all the disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect!
A sword to the throat!
Exclamations rose and fell from the customers in the teahouse.
"He actually killed more than twenty people from the Bloody Blade Sect in an instant!”
"This young man is so fast. I only saw a shadow fly past just now.”
"If you ask me, what's even more terrifying is this young man's sword cultivation. Look at these people, all of them have their throats cut with a single sword!”
"What kind of sword technique is this? Who is this young man?"
Ding! Obtained 132 Shock Points.
Ding! Obtained 99 Shock Points.
Ding! Obtained 188 Shock Points.
Ding! Obtained 156 Shock Points.
...
Hearing the system's voice in his head, Song Qingshu raised his teacup in satisfaction and took a sip.
The scar-faced man who had been kicked away by Song Qingshu finally reacted.
His body trembled slightly as he pointed at Song Qingshu.
"You, how dare you kill our people!”
"Brat, the leader of the Tong Province Branch of our Bloody Blade Sect is at the Xiantian realm!”
"You're dead. I'll go back and report this to the Chapter Leader.”
After saying that, the scar-faced man quickly got up and ran outside.
Song Qingshu's hand that was holding the teacup shook, and the tea in the cup shot toward the scar-faced man like a sharp sword.
Puchi!
The scar-faced man's heart exploded. He staggered a few steps and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Everyone from the Bloody Blade Sect was killed!
When the diners in the teahouse saw this situation, they swarmed outside, afraid that they would be implicated.
In their opinion, this young man was indeed powerful.
But how could he be a match for the Tong State Branch Leader of the Bloody Blade Sect?
It was estimated that this young man would soon become a corpse.
However, a middle-aged man suddenly stopped after running a few steps. A hesitant look flashed across his face.
Gritting his teeth, he quickly walked toward Song Qingshu and spoke.
"Little brother, hurry up and run."
"The Tong Province Branch Leader of the Bloody Blade Sect, Wan Liangpeng, is at the early stage of the Xiantian realm.”
"These disciples of the Bloody Blade Sect are all relying on Wan Liangpeng's profound realm to run amok in Tongzhou City.”
"Moreover, the people of the Bloody Blade Sect are all vengeful and evil people. They will definitely come to take revenge on you!”
After saying that, the middle-aged man cupped his hands and ran out of the teahouse.
In just a few minutes, there were only three people left in the teahouse.
Pa, pa, pa!
A clap sounded.
Song Qingshu turned his head away.
He saw a young man looking at him with admiration and clapping his hands.
"I just heard that the members of the Blood-Edge Sect are all extremely evil and deserve to die.”
"Brother, you're helping the people get rid of evil.”
"I heard that the other party has a Connate Realm expert, but he's still calm and has an extraordinary aura.”
"I am Xu Fengnian. How should I address you, brother?”
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