Chu Qingyun snorted softly and flicked his finger.
A small pebble shot from his hand, precisely zipping between the heads of the two Level 7 and Level 8 Martial Artists. With a soft *thud*, it pierced the brow of the Level 9 Martial Artist.
The Level 9 Martial Artist's body instantly stiffened. A trail of blood trickled from the center of his brow.
CLANG! CLANG!
Witnessing this, the two low-level Martial Artists were so terrified they couldn't even hold their sabers, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
'Their boss was a Level 9 Martial Artist! He could beat the two of them with ease on any given day. But now, he had been killed by a pebble flicked by that young-looking brat!'
Looking at the two who were scared stiff, Chu Qingyun couldn't be bothered to kill them. He walked right past them. With their meager strength, they wouldn't have the skill to launch a sneak attack even if they wanted to.
