The ferryman who had come to meet them had his pupils shrink to the size of needle points, only catching a glimpse of a sword light from the corner of his eye, his heart enveloped in immense fear.
That sword light, like a piece of autumn water, left absolutely no chance to avoid.
The sword blade brushed against the skin.
Wrist flick! Horizontal slash!
The ferryman's throat was torn open with a long, narrow gash, blood spurting forth and blooming into blood flowers mid-air.
Screams erupted from bystanders on the street who scrambled away in a panic, leaving only Xu Zishuai and others in the vicinity in the blink of an eye.
The ferryman's eyes bulged as he clutched at his throat, staring in disbelief at Xu Zishuai's face as he staggered backwards, tripped by the boat's edge and about to fall into the water when suddenly there was a supporting force at his back.
Looking up, the ferryman discovered a long spear propping him up from behind.