Who could have imagined, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, that someone would dare to attack the City Lord's Mansion's Silver Armored Guards in broad daylight?
Moreover, they were lethal strikes.
The most crucial question was, how did this unremarkable-looking fellow possess such terrifying skill?
In the vast tavern hall, everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the scene in utter shock.
This was especially true for Qiao Ziyun. Just moments ago, she had been giving orders with an air of arrogant superiority, but now her expression kept shifting as she subconsciously shuffled backward. Her heart pounded, and her scalp tingled with fear.
The tavern owner, his face ghastly pale and slick with cold sweat, also wanted to retreat. But he was too close to Chen Yang and didn't dare make a sudden move. He could only stand there trembling, caught in a dilemma as large beads of sweat rolled down his face and splattered onto the floor.
