A flying saber shot straight into that Innate Martial Artist's mouth, the tip piercing out from the back of his neck. The immense force sent his corpse hurtling seven or eight zhang backward, nailing him onto a stone wall by the street.
In an instant, the remaining members of the Inspection Team felt a bone-chilling cold, as if a basin of icy water had been poured over them in the depths of winter, drenching them to their very core. Everyone's face went pale with terror, souls nearly scared out of their bodies.
Gu Zhan, unconcerned, drew another flying saber, casually pointed it at another Innate Martial Artist, and said indifferently, "You, speak."
That Innate Martial Artist trembled uncontrollably in fright, stammering, "Gu... Gu... Lord Gu, your subordinates are...are..."
"Pfft"
