The four exchanged glances, then each drew their katanas, ready to strike at any moment.
Su Chengyu looked at the scene and said softly, "Not planning to talk, huh? Then I'll find the answer myself."
As his voice fell, the Flying Sword flew out from Su Chengyu's hand, and the glow of the Lanyong Sword flashed across the throats of three men.
In the eyes of ordinary people, these four samurai were indeed not bad, but they hadn't even reached the level of Transcendent Entering Holiness; let alone confront Su Chengyu, they couldn't even make out his moves.
The last surviving samurai realized his companions were dead and sensed something was amiss. Just as he thought to turn and flee, Su Chengyu suddenly appeared behind him.
Sensing the coolness behind him, the samurai hurriedly spoke, "Sir, whatever you want to know, just ask; I'll hold nothing back."
"You had your chance, it's too late now."
