Chapter 35 Flurry of Saber Strokes in the Night

Qian Shuhua was sprawled at one side of the street and kept vomiting as she bent over. She was seeing stars, and her breath reeked of alcohol. She had seen her fair share of fights before, but they were child's play. The eldest daughter of the Qian family had not witnessed any real bloodshed before. As such, she opened her eyes wide when Ye Que asked if she had seen people being killed before. Many shifty figures appeared in the skies, and Ye Que stood in the middle of them. The group of people with felt caps had come for revenge, and their leader shouted as he raised the saber that was hanging from his waist. They swooped down from the roofs in all directions. "Sabers are not meant to be wielded in this manner." Ye Que said to his attackers, before reaching out with his bare right hand to grab hold of the saber of their leader with amazing speed. At the same time, his left leg moved forward slowly. The saber was produced by the Extinctive Sword Ma