That person wrinkles his brows, "Although this distinguished person's wugong is high, he is still only one person with one sword..."

Ji Han says, "You can all come try."

Again there are a few people pulling out their weapons, encircling around Ji Han and Zhao Jiangui.

Jin Beiguo is still hurriedly explaining, "This is certainly a misunderstanding!"

Ji Han says, "I advise that you don't want to make me draw my sword."

Although he is still seated, his right hand already slowly feels for the long sword at his waist.

All of a sudden someone opens his mouth and asks, "Who are you exactly."

Ji Han coldly shoots him a glance, loftily says, "Ji Han."

Suddenly it's silent all around.

Their dread is not the arrival to the area of the Demon Sect Leader's reputation, but the sword in his hand.

The sword's length is more than three chi*, dark blue scabbard, simply designed, hung slanting at his waist, without any unnecessary decorations.

It seems whatever few silver were spent were only enough to buy a worn-out plaything.

But accompanied by this name Ji Han, this hardly eye-catching long sword became Jianghu's most frightening weapon, there is no other.

Before Ji Han had even become Sect Leader, already by reputation for the Demon Sect's number one master hand, there was the Demon Sect's most keen sword.

If he draws his sword, there is certain to be blood.

Zhao Jiangui draws his sword for the sake of his heart's chivalry, Ji Han draws his sword for the sake of killing people.

Zhao Jiangui would show mercy to them, but Ji Han definitely would not.

Ji Han has already opened his mouth, "Do you still want to test it?"

No few people all stepped back.

In this age with two great swordsmen both gathered, who still dares to advance half a step.

Moreover, who knows if the Demon Sect is or isn't lying in wait nearby.

Ji Han stands up, a few people go so far as to startledly pull out their weapons.

But Ji Han just fixes his sleeves, looks to go outside.

The crowd even parts on their own initiative to make a path for him.

Ji Han walks out a few steps, suddenly stops, turns back, looks at Zhao Jiangui, expressionlessly says, "Keep up."

Zhao Jiangui, "..."

Jin Beiguo pulls at Zhao Jiangui's hand, "Zhao-xiong, that person is the Demon Sect's Demon Head, you surely can't..."

Zhao Jiangui's heart is clear.

If he goes to follow Ji Han, his problem to deal with at hand is being like the Demon Sect's members with the mark of evil beyond redemption, from now on decent people can't let him off at all.

He pushes away Jin Beiguo's hand, his head plunders through those few words the warriors had left him.

...

"Jin-xiong doesn't need to say more, my intent has already been decided." He says each word of the sentence slowly, "Since I'm going with him, this life inevitably is his to accompany in life and death."

Jin Beiguo, "..."

Ji Han, "..."

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*each chi (尺) is about one-third of a meter or just over one foot in length