Suddenly, there was a crisp snap, coming from an unknown direction, as if something had broken.

The sound drew the attention of everyone in the main hall, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Only then did everyone realize that, outside in the darkness, not a single sound could be heard. The guards who had been running and chasing just moments ago were now completely silent.

Hiss!!

At that moment, a figure in black shot straight in from outside the door, a long sword in hand flashing with a clang, like a silver dragon twisting fiercely as it flew toward James Clark.

The black figure spun at high speed, both man and sword, like a drill, soaring through the air straight at James Clark in the center of the hall.

Instantly, everyone’s heart skipped a beat. Some women covered their mouths and screamed. The more timid had already started to rush toward the inner doors, afraid of being caught in the chaos.

The scene descended into utter chaos.

“Courting death!”

Just then, a figure suddenly charged out from the right of the black-clad attacker. He was elderly with white hair, but his build was robust, and he swung a curved blade in a side slash at the black-clad figure.

This was the most famous expert in the city, the government’s veteran constable, the “Ox-Slaying Blade” Brian Brooks, born with great strength, said to have the power of an ox.

As soon as Brian Brooks appeared, everyone in the hall felt a sense of relief. Looking at James Clark, they saw a trace of coldness in his eyes, clearly indicating he had anticipated this and arranged for Constable Brian Brooks to lie in ambush here.

A faint smile appeared in George Clark’s eyes. Being able to invite the strongest expert in Hong Song City, Brian Brooks, showed that his father’s preparations had indeed been thorough.

“How foolish. I can’t believe the enemy actually charged straight in.” He shook his head, a hint of mockery on his face. He positioned himself in front of George Clark, Lily Clark, and the other women, waving a folding fan nonchalantly, calm and composed.

Seeing him remain so composed in such a crisis, several cousins and female relatives behind him looked at him as if their eyes were dripping with honey—he could probably have his way with any of them with just a little flirting.

Clang!

At that moment, in the center of the hall, blade and sword collided with a thunderous crash. Brian Brooks’s full strength hadn’t even been unleashed before he suddenly felt a terrifying force explode from the opponent’s sword.

What is this?!!

Before he could react, he felt as if he were flying backward through the clouds.

Bang!!

His large body crashed through two rosewood chairs, skidding more than half a meter across the floor before coming to a stop, a mouthful of fresh blood spurting out.

Terrifyingly, the black-clad man’s sword remained unscathed, spinning rapidly as it shot toward James Clark.

“Even Lord Brian Brooks couldn’t stop him?!!” George Clark’s expression faltered slightly. His body, shielding the women, shrank back a little, but he still remained composed.

“Mr. Thompson, I’ll have to trouble you!” he suddenly called out loudly.

No sooner had he spoken—

“Looks like I’ll have to step in after all…”

A deep voice rang out. From the left side of the hall, a tall, burly middle-aged man shot forward, dressed in black with red trim, his hand flicking out a flash of silver that blasted toward the black-clad attacker.

“Fool!” The black-clad man’s shrill voice suddenly exploded, as if amplified by a loudspeaker, piercingly sharp. His sword’s rotation suddenly sped up again.

In the blink of an eye, the silver flash and the sword clashed more than ten times.

With a crack, the silver flash snapped in two. Lord Mr. Thompson’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn’t accept that he had been defeated in an instant. He staggered back several steps, crashed into the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was left holding only a broken sword.

“I’ll do it!”

Another young figure leapt out from behind James Clark.

“The Shu family!” James Clark’s face had already turned pale. Two ambushed experts had been instantly defeated—this black-clad man’s power was beyond ordinary. Even the Shu family’s expert probably wouldn’t be enough!

The young figure’s fists drove straight at the attacker’s head midair, his body twisting slightly as he punched, drawing an arc through the air.

Bang!

The Shu family’s man was flung aside like a rag doll, crashing hard into a wooden pillar and rolling to the ground, unconscious.

The black-clad man’s sword was unstoppable, sweeping aside all resistance.

With a flick of his hand, the sword shot from his grip like an arrow, aiming straight for the center of James Clark’s brow.

The sword reflected a silver gleam, stabbing straight at James Clark’s brow. James Clark’s face turned ashen, his eyes wide with despair.

Clang!

Suddenly, a flash of silver light shot out from the side.

It struck the lower part of the sword with precision. With a soft sound, the blade was forced upward, pinning it firmly into the screen behind James Clark.

From the shadows at the side, Henry Clark slowly stepped out, gripping a long sword, coldly staring at the masked man, standing in front of James Clark.

The black-clad man landed lightly in the center of the hall, his masked eyes fixed on Henry Clark. It seemed that last sword had made him wary.

“Senior brother! Leave this one to me.”

Yvonne Harris stepped out from the other side, sword in hand, eyes narrowed at the black-clad man, a hint of crazed battle intent in her gaze. This woman was a martial arts fanatic—she would never pass up a good fight. And she never held back; if Henry Clark hadn’t dragged her back with all his might several times, who knows how many lives she would have taken by now.