Upon hearing the words, Gu Chen remained silent. He gently picked up a chopstick from the table and weighed it in his hand.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Gu Chen casually threw the chopstick out. It turned into a cold glint in the air, flashing briefly before piercing towards Yang Mingyue's neck.
"Gu Chen!"
Seeing Gu Chen daring to make his move right in front of him, Mo Zilin was instantly furious. Of course, he couldn't just stand by and watch Yang Mingyue get hurt. His arm flickered, turning into a blur, and he caught the chopstick just before it could strike Yang Mingyue's throat, pinching it between his fingers.
Yang Mingyue was also terrified by Gu Chen's sudden move. In that instant, she genuinely felt the threat of death, her pores standing on end and a layer of cold sweat breaking out on her back. After a long while, she still stood there, dumbfounded, as if she had lost her senses.
Seeing this, Mo Zilin's eyes were urgent as he quickly asked, "Junior sister, junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Mingyue, as if soulless, had a vacant look on her face. After Mo Zilin continued to shake her shoulders, she finally seemed to snap back to reality, feeling as if she had returned from another world, and suddenly burst into loud tears.
"Gu Chen, you've gone too far!" Mo Zilin pointed at Gu Chen, his face full of anger.
Hu Wanyuan also said with a stern face, "Lord Gu, what is the meaning of this?"
Gu Chen was just about to speak when suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation, and an image vaguely appeared in his mind.
Shhh shhh shhh!
The next instant, countless silver lights burst forth, turning into streaks of cold glint in the air, all aiming at Gu Chen.
"Thousand Mechanism Sect's Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles?!" Mo Zilin's pupils shrank, and he quickly retreated with Yang Mingyue and the others from the Heavenly Saber Sect, avoiding the threat as if it were a plague.
On the other side, seeing the dazzling silver lights in midair, Lu Changyun from the Canghai Sect also changed his expression and quickly pulled Yu Qiushi and the others to dash aside.
Passively taking hits was never Gu Chen's style.
Boom!
So, Gu Chen made his move. His ten fingers pressed on the void, casting the Condensing Pulse Sword Wave. At that moment, countless sword qi crossed and intertwined within the vast space of the inn, clanging loudly, slashing towards the five Blood Garb Tower assassins.
Hum!
The five assassins from the Blood Garb Tower were not weak. Knowing Gu Chen's strength, the Blood Garb Tower still dared to send people to assassinate him; they must have been fully prepared.
They were all Vajra Stage warriors, having reached the level of copper-cast iron-forged. At this moment, a dark glow appeared on their bodies, each using their techniques to block Gu Chen's Condensing Pulse Sword Waves.
"Kill!"
The four assassins wearing black iron masks from the Blood Garb Tower had hoarse voices and no emotion in their eyes. Holding iron swords, they chopped at Gu Chen from different directions and angles, targeting all the vital points on his body.
Whoosh!
Meanwhile, the last assassin stood at a distance, wielding a hidden weapon from the Thousand Mechanism Sect, a cylindrical device. The sound of gears turning was heard, and a dazzling golden light shot out from within, incredibly fast, aiming for Gu Chen's chest.
The Thousand Mechanism Sect was a faction on the rivers and lakes that specialized in making hidden weapons. Although not as prominent as the Sunset Sword Sect or the Heavenly Saber Sect, its strength was not weak, and its wealth was astonishing.
Their hidden weapons were incredibly powerful enough to threaten Vajra Stage and even Gang Qi Stage martial artists.
However, the more powerful the hidden weapon, the more expensive its price and the lesser its quantity. For this assassination, the Blood Garb Tower had indeed spent a considerable amount.
Seeing this, Gu Chen's expression turned cold, his eyes sharp like the edge of a knife. He stood his ground as an immense inner strength of five hundred and six years surged through his limbs. The next moment, he raised both arms and then vigorously pushed them forward across his chest.
Boom!
Like a thunderous explosion in the dark night, echoing in everyone's ears as if thunder had descended, the surging inner strength resembled a violent storm. The assassins from the Blood Garb Tower, with just one encounter, were struck by such fierce inner strength and flung back even faster than they had come, spurting blood from their mouths non-stop.