Chapter 2

As soon as these words were spoken, the gazes of both parties instantly fell on Wang Ye.

Their eyes were fierce, filled with the intent to kill.

Feeling these murderous gazes, Wang Ye chuckled awkwardly and said, "Of course, it's just an immature little suggestion. Please continue, continue..."

"You damn brat, how dare you mock your grandpa! Give me your life!"

The man in black frowned and cursed.

At the same time, he drew his long sword, which carried a deadly aura, and aimed straight for Wang Ye's throat.

This sword strike was swift and fierce, brimming with murderous intent, and showed no mercy at all!

Seeing this sword strike, Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

What seemed like a lightning-fast strike to others appeared incredibly slow to him.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Should he make a move?

His identity would definitely be exposed!

Or should he kill them all?

With his skills, eliminating these people would be as easy as squashing an ant.

But what about Ah Ji?

Should he kill him too?

A series of questions flooded Wang Ye's mind.

"Don't harm another's life!"

Just as Wang Ye was hesitating whether to kill these people, a roar came from behind.

At that moment, Luo Changtian shouted and thrust his long sword forward with a fierce cry.

Clang!

A sharp sound rang out as Luo Changtian deflected the man's sword aimed at Wang Ye.

"Truly a man of high moral integrity!"

After his sword was deflected, the man in black sneered coldly, "You can't even save yourself, yet you still think about saving an unrelated innkeeper!"

"The righteous spirit endures in the vast universe!"

Luo Changtian held his sword horizontally in front of his chest and said solemnly, "This is the foundation of the Tianxia Association. How could you traitors understand it!?"

Tianxia Association?

Hearing Luo Changtian's words, Wang Ye's heart stirred slightly.

Although he had long retired and no longer involved himself in the affairs of the martial world, he had heard of the Tianxia Association.

The Tianxia Association was a rising force in recent years, with many skilled experts and numerous disciples, claiming to be the largest sect in the martial world.

"Ridiculous righteousness, what nonsense!"

Looking at Luo Changtian, the man in black sneered and said in a deep voice, "As long as you hand over the Jun Tian Order, we will spare you today. What do you say?"

"Phew!"

Hearing the man's words, Luo Changtian spat and said coldly, "Lu Qingchuan killed his friends and betrayed his master, usurping the position of the Tianxia Association's leader. How could such a despicable person expect to get the Jun Tian Order from me? It's sheer delusion!"

"If it weren't for Leader Lu's abilities, the Tianxia Association would just be an obscure small gang. Taking the leader's position is a matter of the capable taking charge. Since you refuse to hand over the Jun Tian Order, I will take it myself!"

As he spoke, the man's face changed, and he said, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

With these words, the other black-clad men's swords trembled, and they immediately attacked the group.

For a moment, the two sides engaged in fierce combat.

During the fight, the sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the inn, and sparks flew from the collisions, making a striking scene.

Luo Changtian's side fought tenaciously, though outnumbered, they showed no fear and fought fiercely.

Despite this, the three of them were still overwhelmed and defeated.

Two of the three were already dead on the spot, and although Luo Changtian was still holding his ground, he was heavily injured and bleeding profusely.

While everyone was fighting, Wang Ye stood to the side, his face filled with worry.

He was not worried about Luo Changtian's life.

He had long become accustomed to the conflicts and disputes in the martial world, and the scene before him could not stir any ripples in his heart.

What he was worried about was the inn's furnishings.

Could martial artists not choose a place other than an inn or tavern to fight?

Every broken table and chair meant a loss of silver!

Whoosh!

Just as Wang Ye was lost in thought, a sharp whistling sound rang out.

Following the sound, he saw a cold light, like a bolt of lightning, rushing straight for his throat.

This sword strike was full of killing intent, clearly aiming to cut him down.

Forget it!

Seeing the sword light coming at him, Wang Ye shook his head.

Since these people were determined to do this, he might as well kill them all!

With this thought, Wang Ye's body moved slightly, preparing to act.

"Be careful, innkeeper!"

Just as Wang Ye was about to act, a familiar voice called out.

Following the voice, he saw a figure appear in front of him.

This figure moved extremely fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye. His hands moved like lightning, and with two fingers, he clamped the sword aimed at Wang Ye, then twisted his wrist.

Clang!

A sharp sound rang out, and the sword shattered into pieces.

Without any hesitation, the figure immediately struck a palm at the black-clad man's chest.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed, and the black-clad man's body flew backward like a rag doll, hitting the ground and going limp.

!!!

Seeing this, Wang Ye was startled.

His gaze shifted, and he realized that this figure was none other than the usually unassuming Ah Ji.

Ah Ji knew martial arts?

Not only did he know, but he had also killed someone with a single palm strike, showing that Ah Ji was no weakling!

Surprised, Wang Ye's gaze fell on Ah Ji.

He saw that Ah Ji, who was usually lazy and cunning, now exuded a heroic aura. His previously hunched body was now straight, and an invisible aura radiated from him, creating a formidable pressure.

"Good lad, you're actually a master-level expert!"

With just a glance, Wang Ye could tell Ah Ji's level.

In the martial arts world, there are nine levels: Martial Artist, Third-Rate Martial Artist, Second-Rate Martial Artist, First-Rate Martial Artist, Master, Grandmaster, Martial Saint, Human Immortal, and Innate.

Among these, reaching the Master level already made one a formidable expert in the martial world.

After Wang Ye's silent contemplation, the leader of the black-clad men also reacted.

He first sized up Ah Ji, then clasped his hands and said, "We did not know there was an expert here. We have offended you. If you are not involved, you may leave, and we will not stop you!"

As he spoke, the man stepped aside, making way for Ah Ji.

Seeing this, Wang Ye inwardly smiled.

This was the martial world, where strength was paramount.

If you were strong, you would be respected everywhere; if you were weak, you would be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Hearing the man's words, Ah Ji looked at Luo Changtian, then at Wang Ye, and shook his head.

This kid still has some conscience!

Wang Ye thought to himself as he saw Ah Ji shake his head.

At the same time, he felt relieved.

Since Ah Ji was skilled, he didn't need to act himself!

"Since you insist, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

At that moment, the leader of the black-clad men coldly snorted and moved his sword, shouting, "Kill!"

Clang!

With these words, the other men's swords attacked Ah Ji in unison.

Seeing this, Ah Ji remained calm.

A golden internal energy surged around him, and he charged forward to meet them.