Faced with this unexpected turn of events, everyone was taken aback. Ren Dong, next to Li Changxing, quickly reacted by stepping in front of Li Changxing, hands extending from his sleeves, exuding a chilling aura.
Liu Ding strode forward with his sword, while the assassin disguised as a musician drew two thin swords from beneath his instrument.
The sword light was as sharp as needles, disregarding the surrounding people who moved together, filling the room with a cold atmosphere, like an avalanche rolling down from the Kunlun Mountains, directly attacking Li Changxing. The rest of the dancers and musicians were in utter panic, retreating backward, knocking over tables and wine cups, filling the air with the aromas of wine, meat, and cries of chaos.
Liu Ding desperately blocked the musician's two swords, but his body already bore two new wounds, shouting out loud:
"Where is the Iron Guard?!"
