Cai Qian's words had barely fallen when Yan Ajiu lifted his gaze, bent his waist to draw his sword and surged forward. His thrust directed a point of cold light towards the old man's throat.
Cha Xiaodao beside the old man got a fright, luckily he was close by. With his palm reversed, he clutched the Owl Kiss Twin Blades, raising the back of the blade to knock against the long sword, a loud clang reverberated.
Lin Yuanfu was startled, his tobacco pipe knocked onto the ground, scattering ashes everywhere.
Li Yan raised his great spear, slamming it down on Yan Laoda's head, but only managed to collapse his black felt hat. Trailing wisps of white vapor burst from Yan Laoda's mouth and nose; the old man wiped the corner of his mouth, completely unharmed.
Yan's colleagues surged forward, their aggressive demeanor pushing aside others as the tips of their knives all pointed towards Lin Yuanfu.