Chapter 3960 Siege

The middle-aged man who had left quickly with his son and daughter couldn't help but tense up when he saw this. He quickly s.h.i.+elded his children protectively and retreated to a distance away, his gaze staring at the inn worriedly. In this day and age, where would there be people like them who would still care about the life and death of others? He had originally been annoyed at being woken up and chased out of the inn in the middle of the night. However, after the other party had told him the reason, he was filled with admiration. Looking at the situation, those people were probably the enemies of those young people. He looked at the cultivators who had surrounded the inn, each one of them had restrained their cultivation, and at a glance, it was obvious that each one of them was a highly skilled opponent. He couldn't help but worry for those young people. "Father, there are so many people, will they be killed by these people?" The young girl held her father's hand tightly. She hid half her body behind her father's body as she looked at the scene in front of her in fear. Murderous aura permeated the atmosphere. Even though that had retreated to a corner, they were still able to feel the cold, oppressive aura. The middle-aged man sighed softly and said: "I don't think so! They look quite strong."

Although he didn't know the strength of the people in the inn, none of the young men earlier appeared fl.u.s.tered or panicked. They obviously knew their enemies were coming, so perhaps they were confident?

In the middle of the night, other than the guests who had been chased out of the inn, no one else was on the street. When the guests who were still complaining and refused to leave saw the cultivators surrounding the inn, their expressions changed and they backed away quickly without a care for anyone else. As their target was Feng Jiu and her people inside the inn, they only glanced at those people coldly. When they saw them retreating, they didn't give them another thought. A group of cultivators arrived on flying swords from the sky. A closer look revealed that eight cultivators were carrying a sedan in mid-air. The group of people arrived at the inn and stopped. The curtain of the sedan was lifted and revealed a man wearing a mask sitting inside. "Kowtow to the Lord!" Everyone knelt down immediately and bowed respectfully. When the middle-aged man with his two children who had retreated further away saw the badges on the arms of the eight people who were carrying the sedan, as well as the mark on the sedan, his face turned pale suddenly. His body trembled and he quickly covered the mouths of his two children and led them away quickly. The man sitting in the sedan looked at the lights in the inn in front of him. As he twirled his black gloved fingers with his thumb, he glanced around and asked: "Has the Asura King and his people not arrived yet?"

"Reporting to My Lord, they haven't arrived yet." A cultivator replied respectfully. "Hmph, cowards. It seems that after suffering a defeat, he is now afraid of them."

The man in the sedan sneered, a flash of contempt and disdain appeared in his eyes. He stared at the inn in front of him and a word spoken with cold, murderous intent came out of him mouth, clearly reaching everyone's ears and echoed in the air.

"Attack!"

"Yes!"

The cultivators accepted their order and responded in a deep voice. They stood up and drew the swords from their waists, and their spirit energy surged from their bodies. In the next moment, the group of people that had surrounded the inn attacked the lit up inn from all directions. The overwhelming murderous aura permeated the air. In the dark of the night, long swords filled with spirit energy, glowing with cold light carried a strong airflow and attacked the inn. Faint figures swept towards the inn with raised breaths.