Just sweeping a glance, seeing the man struggling on the ground, and those two faintly arrogant martial artists, I could see most of the situation, and immediately snorted coldly, blocking in front, not waiting for the steward to speak and pull out the backing, the Waist Saber in my hand was already swung out with the scabbard.
The two Eighth Rank martial artists only saw two residual shadows, each shoulder received a heavy blow, the sound of cracks echoed almost simultaneously, and then they were heavily thrown out, shoulders twisted, obviously broken by sheer force.
The steward's palm trembled slightly, his face as white as snow, twisting his beard, still pretending to be calm, said:
"This arrest officer, why beat up my family's guards? You must know that my family master is..."
Hu Bu was too lazy to care, coldly laughing, he raised his hand and drew his saber.
