บท 73: Chapter 73：Killing the Old Servant

However, something shocking happened to the unruly servants.

Just a moment ago, Allen seemed to be at the mercy of the knight, about to be beheaded, yet he still stood there unscathed.

With a mocking smile, he looked at everyone.

The knight leader's full-force swing, powerful enough to cut through a warhorse, had stopped just inches from Allen's neck.

The sword trembled, and the knight leader's face turned purple-red, veins bulging, as if he had struck an unbreakable alloy.

At the tip of the sword, two fingers quietly held the blade.

Those two ordinary-looking fingers, that unremarkable hand, were like a dam stopping a flood or an indestructible peak, effortlessly halting the knight's sword.

No matter how hard the knight leader tried, the blade wouldn't budge.

"Attack! Kill him!" the knight leader roared.

The other three knights snapped out of their shock, drew their swords, and charged.