Chapter 3959
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The middle-aged man, who was leaving with his son and daughter, couldn't help but tense up when he saw this scene. He hurriedly protected his son and daughter and retreated far away, his eyes looking at the inn worriedly.
In this day and age, who would care about the life and death of others like them? He was originally annoyed that he had been woken up in the middle of the night, but when the other party told him the reason, he couldn't help but be convinced.
Looking at the situation, the enemies of the youths in the inn should be these people, right? Looking at the cultivators surrounding the inn, each of them had a reserved cultivation base. With a single glance, one could tell that they were experts. He couldn't help but worry for those youngsters.
"Father, there are so few of them. Will they be killed by these people?" The young girl tightly hugged her father's arm and hid half of her body behind her father. She looked at the scene with fear.
Killing intent filled the air. Even though they had retreated to a corner, they could still clearly feel the cold and oppressive aura.
The middle-aged man sighed, "That shouldn't be the case! They seem … to be quite strong. "
Although he didn't know the strength of the people in the inn, he saw that none of the men were panicked. Furthermore, they clearly knew that their enemies would come. Perhaps they had a card up their sleeves?
In the middle of the night, aside from those who had been chased out of the inn, there was no one else on the street. Those who were still complaining and unwilling to leave, when they saw the cultivators surrounding the inn, their expressions changed and they immediately retreated without caring about anything else.
Because the target of these people was Fengjiu and the others in the inn, they only coldly glanced at them. When they saw them retreat, they didn't make things difficult for them.
The group of cultivators flying in the sky were eight cultivators carrying a palanquin. The group of cultivators stopped in front of the inn. The curtain of the palanquin was lifted, revealing a masked man sitting inside.
"We greet the Lord!" Everyone respectfully knelt down.
When the middle-aged man who had retreated far away with his children saw the badges on the arms of the eight people who were carrying the palanquin, as well as the mark on the palanquin, his face instantly turned ghastly pale. His body trembled, and he quickly covered the mouths of his children and led them away.
The man sitting in the palanquin looked at the brightly lit inn in front of him while twirling the fingers on his thumb. He glanced around and asked, "The Asura King's men haven't arrived yet?"
A cultivator respectfully said, "Replying to the Lord, they still haven't arrived."
"Chi, cowards. It seems that after suffering once, you're afraid of them."
The man in the palanquin sneered. Contempt and disdain flashed across his eyes. He stared at the inn in front of him as a word filled with icy killing intent came out from his mouth. It was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears and reverberated in the air.
"Attack!"
"Yes!"
The cultivators received the order and responded in a deep voice. They stood up and drew their swords from their waists. Spiritual energy surged from their bodies. In the next moment, the surrounding people attacked the inn from all directions.
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