The swiftness and the cunningly vicious angle, clearly aimed at taking the young man’s life.
The youth continued to bury his head in his noodles, seemingly oblivious.
Just then, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and flicked his fingers.
Bang.
The assassin’s arm was struck by a flash of white light, hanging limply as the dagger clattered to the ground.
That sound seemed to signal an outbreak.
Several diners at nearby tables immediately erupted, brandishing knives and swords, all their radiance enveloped the youth.
The middle-aged man bellowed, "How dare you!"
With that, he leaped forward to meet the onrushing assassins.
Bang, bang, bang.
In a series of continuous explosions, none of the assassins were a match for the middle-aged man.
Often, a single encounter would send them flying, and by the time they hit the ground, they were corpses.
Chan’er was frightened pale, "My... my lord!"
Xue An didn’t even lift his eyelids, speaking indifferently, "Eat quickly, or it won’t taste good once the noodles cool down!"
Chan’er, initially terrified, calmed down upon seeing her young master so serene.
"Mhm!" Chan’er resumed her eating.
Meanwhile.
The battle was gradually clarifying.
The assassins, decimated by the middle-aged man, scattered and fled.
But the middle-aged man remained very calm, not leaving the young man’s side.
Seeing that the battle was nearing an end.
The young man finally finished his bowl of noodles and slapped the table, "Refreshing! Eating like this is truly exhilarating! Shopkeeper, the bill!"
The shopkeeper of the teahouse had been frightened from the start and hid under a nearby table.
Now, hearing the young man’s command, he crawled out trembling and approached.
"My... My lord!"
The youth smiled, "Including the cost of your damaged goods, how much is it in total?"
The teahouse shopkeeper bowed his head, "You... you can just give five thousand Silver."
This statement stunned the young man.
The entire teahouse wasn’t worth more than two Silver, yet he asked for five thousand?
"Shopkeeper, are you joking?"
"Heh!" The teahouse shopkeeper suddenly laughed, then raised his head, staring grimly at the young man.
"For a significant figure like you, five thousand Silver for a life is not expensive at all!"
The middle-aged man’s body shuddered, and he roared as he hurled a punch.
However, the shopkeeper, who had just cowered, suddenly surged in aura, facing the middle-aged man’s punch with a cold smile.
"Fangtian Cheng of the Four Saints Fist, once supreme in the world, have you really stooped to being a mere hound?"
As he spoke, he swung a palm that carried the force of wind and thunder, repelling Fangtian Cheng.
Fangtian Cheng stumbled back several steps, and after managing to steady himself, his face paled, revealing a look of shock.
"Roaring Thunder Palm, you are Lu Jiamu, the Thousand-faced Snake!"
The teahouse shopkeeper cackled strangely, "Correct, it is indeed I! Fangtian Cheng, neither you nor your master can escape today! Someone has already paid for your lives!"
Fangtian Cheng’s face showed despair.
Though powerful, Lu Jiamu was much stronger than him.
Lately, Lu Jiamu had become the most notorious cold-blooded assassin.
Unexpectedly, it was him lying in wait today.
However, the young man showed little sign of panic and instead quietly said, "Who wants you to kill me? I am willing to pay double the price!"
"Tsk, tsk, sounds tempting, but I am a man of my word, so today... you must die!"
With that, this top assassin, who had risen in fame over recent years, prepared to strike.
But at that moment, a serene voice came through.
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