This was not the first time Chang Geng had crossed swords with someone, nor was it the first time he was plunged into a dangerous confrontation - but it was the first time someone almost injured his yifu right in front of his eyes. A layer of red suddenly surfaced on his pupils, the Bone of Impurity inside his body abruptly raised up.

He shouted, his wrists suddenly pointed downward, using one of the same moves he'd used to deal with the sword training puppet. The dagger in the hands of the Dong Ying man trembled fiercely, appearing almost bent from the force. Not waiting for the other to retract his weapon, Chang Geng had already kicked him in the stomach.

Legend had it, to make it convenient for climbing the walls and gliding on roofs for assassination missions, the assassins' bodies must be smaller than that of the ordinary people. This snake-like man must be the best among the best. Although they were incredibly flexible, they were still not good at enduring direct force. Chang Geng's kick almost shattered the man's intestines; he couldn't even hold on to his weapon anymore and was forced to retreat.

Chang Geng did not want to let him go. He kicked the dagger on the ground up with the tip of his foot, grabbed hold of it, and nailed it in front of the man, the long sword in his hand spun in a circle, about to cut the Dong Ying man into two.

This was all happening too fast, enemies and friends surrounding them, no one was able to react. As Chang Geng was quickly delivering a decisive blow intended to take his opponent's life, three shouts of 'stop!' sounded out one after another.

A few Dong Ying long blades reached out from all four sides at the same time, blocking Chang Geng's unparalleled sword.

The stunned monk only had time to wipe his sweat - Chang Geng's words that threatened to kill him that night were actually genuine.

Chang Geng hissed: "Move aside!"

Di Song rushed over and hurriedly explained: "Just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! This is the first time Mister Uekawa here came to Great Liang. He was not aware of the customs. When he saw this brother here also carried a sword, he only wanted to play around a bit. Please be kind and pardon him."

Chang Geng's reddish gaze stared at the man who had withdrawn behind the others, forcing each word out: "Play around?"

Di Song tried to smile, turning towards Gu Yun standing still as if nothing was wrong.

Seeing his utterly blank face, he remembered that these top-class fragrant masters could neither see nor hear; he stepped forward in an attempt to reach out to pat Gu Yun's arm.