Li Huowang pulled out his sword, and a dense murderous intent filled the entire hall, making everyone present feel as if they were suddenly at the heart of a battlefield.1

The sound of swords being drawn echoed continuously. The bandits wielded various weapons, struggling to charge forward from all directions while resisting the murderous intent.0

However, some of the bandits amongst them could not bear it any longer, and fear creeped  up within their eyes.0

When the sword was sheathed again, the surroundings quickly became calm.0

By now, the laughter of the bandit leader had vanished completely. The three men who had been drinking and eating, were now staring at Li Huowang.0

Amidst this tension, the bald man, who sat at the head of the table, picked up a fried peanut and popped it into his mouth.0

On the other hand, a broad-faced bandit with a smile on his face immediately stepped forward to mediate. “Esteemed Daoist, please don’t be...1