The young swordsman made a move to stand, but was stopped by his Senior, "You're no match for this demon."
"How rude." A young man in purple flew into. "You will die by Yuwen Ci."
The young swordsman lunged at Yuwen Ci, who blocked with his blade.
"Is this... the demon sect's treasured blade, Frostcleave?"
Yuwen Ci said, "You have knowledge. Trisunder would tremble in the scabbard sensing Frostcleave. But to unleash its blade light as frost, it needs to be bathed in the blood of a swordsman!"
He stepped forward and no one could see how he brushed aside their swords and how it slipped to their necks.
"If you don't act now, I'll take their lives," Yuwen Ci said.
The young attendant realizing hiding was futile crawled out from under the cabinet, "Sir, please have a seat here."
Yuwen Ci sized him up, "Your breathing is steady, even I didn't notice you. You're a martial arts prodigy. Why not join demon sect?"
He sliced the tendons of the two swordsmen's hands and feet with the tip of his blade, then reached out and grabbed the young attendant. The young attendant, with his throat constricted, whimpered, "No way..."
"Sun Xuechen, still refusing to wake up?" Yuwen Ci gathered his Inner Force and spoke each word with emphasis. The young attendant felt dizzy, his ears ringing.
"I'll kill him and set the whole village on fire " he seemed confident of his victory, "just like you did to demon sect people."
Finally, a hoarse sigh came from inside the room, "Since you came for me, why involve the innocent?"