The Curse
With great ease, the two little guards pulled the thin old man out of the way and left him by the side while the group continued their way back.
"Young master, please! I beg you, Servant life is at stake."
Not far from the old man's position, suddenly from the road junction, many people show up suddenly and rushed towards them, wielding their weapons to attack.
"Attack!"
However, in just one move, Bei Yau and Ge Lu had already taken down all of the city's soldiers with such an easy, futile attack.
"Ouch" everyone groaned in pain on the ground.
"Insolent!" cried Bei Yau who was standing tall, at that time his sword even had not even come out of its scabbard.
But the fight wasn't over yet, from behind those people who fell on the ground emerged a young man who immediately stepped forward and knelt before Bei Yau and the others, while two to three of his men already hold the old man who even had trouble kneeling because of his old bones.