The two stone-faced killers stared at Lin Kuang, their eyes wide with disbelief. They couldn't seem to process that they had just been taken out so easily—two birds with one stone.
Lin Kuang watched with utter indifference as he suddenly drew his sword, Nameless.
The gleaming blade of Nameless was spotless, bearing not a single trace of blood. It was a treasured sword, a deadly weapon that killed without leaving a mark.
Everyone froze at the sight, except for Fan Ting. Her expression remained unchanged, for she knew full well that the two stone-faced killers were no match for Lin Kuang.
Seeing this, she actually felt a sense of relief, accompanied by an inexplicable joy she couldn't understand herself.
Sheathing Nameless, Lin Kuang stepped toward Fan Long. He found the man utterly disgusting. If Fan Long tried anything, Lin Kuang wouldn't hesitate to kill this supposed "true member" of the Fan Family.
