The window frame shattered as wooden splinters flew, the broken sash crashing down with a fierce, whistling wind.
The Qilin Guards and the personal guards reacted instantly, darting aside. As they looked up, several dark figures lunged from the room, stepping onto the eaves and closing in rapidly.
In the midst of the sudden upheaval, a figure surged into mid-air. A flash of cold light erupted as Weidong’s curved blade sliced through the air with lethal intent, instantly severing the throat of a descending assassin. Blood sprayed, drenching the faces of the guards below. Weidong twisted his body, landed on the inn’s eaves, and glared, shouting sternly:
Chapter 401