His subordinates obeyed the orders without fear, waving their weapons and attacking Liu Zixuan.
Liu Zixuan looked at the young men in front of him, his lips curving slightly: "Even if you have a grand background, if you hurt my woman, you must kneel before me!"
The Nameless Sword suddenly struck, turning into beams of sword light like meteors in the dark night, shooting directly towards those young men.
In this cold afternoon, those beams of sword light seemed to freeze the air, directly sweeping down the young men before they could reach Liu Zixuan.
A powerful strike from a master at the Peak of the Imperial Realm, even martial artists of the same realm dare not easily resist, let alone these young men who have just entered the martial path.
The terrifying sword beams swept across, and the young men all fell, not dead but worse off, their bodies covered in wounds.
Suddenly, mournful cries filled the open space in front of Yuquan Bar.
