"That old man left?" Yu Sibao looked all over the hall but didn't see Mou Canglang's figure, indeed he had left.
Coming without a shadow, leaving without a trace, just like the masters in Wuxia films.
But no matter how formidable Mou Canglang was, in front of Li Huai, he was still cowering, too frightened to even take a deep breath.
Therefore, while Mou Canglang was formidable, Li Huai was even more so!
"Sir Huai, you are truly mighty, a few words and you scared that old man off!" Yu Sibao said.
Tsk!
Suddenly, a jet of blood spurted from Yelu Lin's chest.
In Yelu Lin's chest, there now was a bloody hole. And in Yelu Lin's left hand, he held a blood-drenched dagger.
"Hmph!" Yelu Lin's face was filled with a grim smirk, "Better to die by my own hand than in the hands of a weakling!"
If even his master feared this youth, and this youth was certainly going to kill him, what hope did he have to dodge this calamity?