The table fell silent for a moment, as everyone stared blankly at Li Xiaobai, who was thoroughly enjoying his meal.
It must be said that disciples from the Blade Sect as cooks were truly unique under the heavens.
"Pfft!"
Shen Qinghe couldn't help but laugh, breaking the solemn and suppressed atmosphere.
"Scoundrel!"
"How dare you insult a Blade Sect disciple!"
"Slice!"
The burly man previously had suddenly sharpened his gaze, flicked his heavy sword strapped to his back with a finger, and a visible refined blade qi burst out. It danced in the air as if alive, deftly avoiding all obstacles and aimed directly at the tongue of Li Xiaobai.
In response to those words, he intended to cut off Li Xiaobai's tongue.