"I'm Swordsman San of the Sword Tribe, and I'm here to… kill you!"
As Swordsman San uttered his threat, a surge of murderous intent spread out in a ten-kilometer radius.
Unable to tolerate the unbearable murderous intent, some of the cultivators in the teahouse had even fainted over.
Meanwhile, Chu Kuangren sat unfazed as he scanned the black-robed cultivator with his Eye of Revelation. By then, he had already gotten a clear picture of the man's capability.
"I've heard the Sword Tribe has a division that's known as the Shadow Swordsmen who are highly trained in the art of assassination. However, is it assassination if you just stomp in and scream? Are you stupid, or have you lost your mind?"
"Kill me? More like, you're here to be killed."
Chu Kuangren said faintly.
Without hesitating further, Swordsman San made his move.
A dark broadsword appeared in his hand. It was as big as half a door frame.