"Barking mad!" An agitated member of the Fu Clan from the left side could no longer hold back. Fury and murderous intent swirled in his eyes as he walked towards Fan Wu, saying, "Running your mouth about slaughtering the entire Fu Clan? Some words come at a price once they're spoken!"
"Today, I will show you foreigners!"
"Imperial City! Fu Clan!!"
"Is not to be insulted!!"
He lifted his foot and kicked away an object in his path. The thing had two strange wheels, but he was too preoccupied to care what kind of cursed object it was, his focus entirely on Fan Wu and his companions.
Without another word, the member of the Fu Clan attacked Fan Wu and the others immediately, his hand brushing lightly against his waist.
A shining silver Soft Sword was drawn from his belt.
The blade of the Soft Sword was engraved with a few spell inscriptions.
Clearly, it was a Magic Artifact.
