Surrounded by fifty or sixty people, all of them were shouting as they charged toward Ye Qing, intent on killing Ye Qing first, and then capturing Huangfu Ziyu.
Seeing the savage expressions of the crowd, Ye Qing's face turned icy cold. He clenched his teeth, gripped the Seven-Star Ancient Sword tightly, let out a long howl, and swung the sword toward the two people rushing at the forefront.
Seeing Ye Qing's attack, the two immediately raised their knives to block the Seven-Star Ancient Sword. However, they greatly underestimated the sword's power. Mere knives stood no chance against such a weapon.
At the moment of impact, the two knives were instantly slashed apart, without any suspense. The Ancient Sword continued its arc, slicing off the entire right shoulder of the man in front. The man behind was luckier—it merely severed his hand, but he clutched his wrist, writhing on the ground in agony, unable to crawl away.
