In the blink of an eye, the blades facing Qingliu in the Hongyan Building clattered to the ground.
The stored essence blood of Fourth and Fifth Grade Martial Artists rapidly withered in various secret places.
The sudden situation left everyone in the hall stunned.
A high-ranking member of a noble family suddenly slammed the table, but before he could move, the chopsticks in front of him transformed into a long spear, shot up directly, pierced his forehead, lifted him into the air, and straight into a wooden pillar behind him. Hanging there, his legs shook with disbelief and terror in his eyes.
Many Crane Faction members were shocked and stood up, only for the chopsticks and cutlery in front of them to all transform into lethal blades, striking swiftly and pinning them instantly to death.
Who moves, dies.
The remaining people dared not move.
With wide eyes, one by one, they looked at Li Zhen.
Li Zhen began to drink tea.
