The dagger came straight at him, but midway, it trembled and twisted upward forcefully.
Using Qi to control the weapon.
The assassin's pupils contracted sharply, but in the next second, a wine bowl smashed into his face, shattering with a loud crash.
Wine seeped through his nostrils and lips, and the assassin collapsed to the ground with a livid face, foaming at the mouth.
A sudden upheaval left everyone in the inn standing up in shock, dumbfounded at the scene.
Chen Yi paid no heed to the assassin and instead lunged to the side with a swift kick.
The sound of air being torn apart echoed as a swordsman couple attacking him suddenly retreated. Chen Yi took the opportunity to draw his blade, confusion clouding his heart.
Where did this assassin come from, and why was this swordsman couple—whom he'd just met briefly—showing hostility toward him?
As if to answer his doubts, a voice rang out from the inn's courtyard, crisp but carrying undeniable authority.
