"Bang!"
A sudden punch flashed past his eyes like a bolt of lightning. He felt a sharp pain in his face and a fishy smell surged from his mouth. The swordsman hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand and drew his sword with the other.
As soon as his hand touched the hilt of the sword, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. A steel-like force restrained his wrist. The swordsman instinctively struggled, and the feeling of his bones distorting and shattering came. He did not dare to move.
"Trash!" Beiting Huang returned the two words to him.
The four guilds hall had always been crowded with people. Many people gathered early in the morning and late at night.
