Amon's words stunned Lu Zou to silence. He then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You are like your superior here. You don't know your place. I originally wanted to grant you a quick death since I only needed Wi Zhuang's sister to torture him, but I've changed my mind. You won't die a quick death. Get him!!"
Lu Men signaled his men. The bandits that filled the room rushed toward Amon. Amon wasn't intimidated by their number. He walked forward casually.
When the first wave arrived, the Xian Cloth in his right arm unfurled, revealing the ceremonial dagger. Like a snake that came to life, the dagger lashed forward. It pierced one of the advancing bandits. Without losing momentum, it ripped itself out of its first victim and slashed toward another bandit.
The dagger accelerated as it moved. Countless sword lights flashed around Amon. The bandits that surrounded him paused for a breath before they dropped to the floor. None had intact bodies.
"What…? You are a divine cultivator?"
