"It's not that it's cold—the yin energy in this courtyard is just too thick. Protect your woman!" Zhou Fan said quietly. Taking Chen Yao's hand, he strode deep into the courtyard without a shred of caution.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, two figures rushed out from the side, pouncing directly at Zhou Fan!
Without even a glance, Zhou Fan flicked his wrist. The Li Hen Sword flashed, and a blast of Sword Qi struck the two men, slicing them in half.
Watching this, Fan was momentarily stunned. He knew Zhou Fan's progress was lightning-fast, but he had never imagined his control over Inner Strength had already reached such a state of perfection.
If it had been anyone else, Fan would have assumed they were just showing off by using Sword Qi on two such small fries. But he knew Zhou Fan wasn't like that. A man who had weathered countless storms wouldn't waste his Inner Strength just to look cool.
