198: What I saw

The Sword Saint's face was grim; he didn't put the Third Young Master and these Mulan Manor disciples in his eyes at all.

And right at this moment.

The Mulan Manor disciples, holding Long Sabers, stepped forward.

After all, the Third Young Master was a young master of Mulan Manor. If anything happened to him, these Mulan Manor disciples wouldn't be able to account for it.

"Let go of the Third Young Master, or we won't be polite."

"That's right, let go of the Third Young Master!"

"Let him go quickly!"

These Mulan Manor disciples had grim faces, and although they brandished their Long Sabers as if they were about to devour someone, the Sword Saint remained calm.

Looking at the Sword Saint, he clearly didn't take these people seriously.

The Third Young Master's brows furrowed. He took a deep breath, first calming himself down.

Then, the Third Young Master smiled faintly, displaying a remarkable calmness.

The Sword Saint hadn't drawn his Sword yet; he had merely captured the Third Young Master with one hand.

Facing these Mulan Manor disciples, the Sword Saint still didn't take them seriously, as they were just small fry after all.

The Third Young Master pondered for a long time. After a while, he slowly said, "Alright, you can all stand down."

"If the Sword Saint wanted to kill you, by now, you would already be dead men."

"Do you understand?"

However, upon hearing this, these Mulan Manor disciples still looked wary, and they hadn't put down their Long Sabers.

Seeing this scene.

The Third Young Master felt helpless. He really wanted to properly scold these disappointing Mulan Manor disciples.

"Still not putting them down? Are you all damned idiots?" The Third Young Master cursed, finally unable to hold back.

Upon hearing this.

The Mulan Manor disciples looked at each other, at a loss.

However, they had to obey the Third Young Master's words. After a long while, these Mulan Manor disciples finally put down their Long Sabers.

At this moment, the Sword Saint still had a poker face, looking rather helpless.

The threatening words spoken by these Mulan Manor disciples truly made them think highly of themselves.

"Yes, Third Young Master, we'll put them down now." Seeing someone take the lead, these Mulan Manor disciples put down their Long Sabers.

The Mulan Manor disciples looked up, cautiously watching the Sword Saint, fearing he would attack and kill the Third Young Master.

If the Third Young Master died, the Mulan Manor disciples would have no way to account for it when they returned to Mulan Manor.

On the rooftop, Nan Qingyue quietly watched this scene. She dared not make a sound, only watching from afar.

After all, he was the renowned Sword Saint of the Jianghu.

If Nan Qingyue got any closer, she might be discovered, and she didn't want to gamble on her stealth ability against the Sword Saint's perception.

Nan Qingyue was about five hundred paces away from the Mulan Manor disciples and the Sword Saint, so she naturally couldn't hear what they were saying.

However, watching this scene, Nan Qingyue had an answer in her heart.

"Third Young Master, don't worry, we will definitely rescue you," the Mulan Manor disciples said loudly.

After hearing this.

The Third Young Master felt even more helpless. Why did those words sound so unconfident?

"Damn it! Get lost!" The Third Young Master cursed, letting out a furious roar.

Upon hearing this.

The Mulan Manor disciples were even more confused. How could they be scolded so badly for preparing to rescue the Third Young Master?

Could it be that the Third Young Master didn't want to be rescued?

The Mulan Manor disciples were utterly bewildered. They couldn't understand, and more than that, they couldn't grasp what the Third Young Master was thinking.

"All of you, get the hell out of here for me." The Third Young Master's anger flared instantly, and looking at these Mulan Manor disciples, his rage grew even more intense.

The Third Young Master was also curious, what kind of people were these?

Why didn't they use their brains before doing things?

Could it be that all these people were idiots and fools?

"Yes, yes, yes, Third Young Master, please calm down, we'll leave now." The Mulan Manor disciples quickly turned around and ran off.

Originally, these Mulan Manor disciples didn't want to fight to the death, and now that they had a chance to escape, it was excellent.

Of course, these Mulan Manor disciples hadn't expected the Third Young Master to actually tell them to get lost.

"Hurry up and go, what are you standing around for!"

"The Third Young Master told us to get lost!"

"Go, go, go!"

"If you don't leave, the Third Young Master will get angry."

After the leader said these words, it was truly a case of one call bringing a hundred responses.

And right at this moment.

The Mulan Manor disciples all turned around and rushed towards the outside of the Gao Family Mansion.

And on this Long Street, only a carriage, the Sword Saint, and the Third Young Master remained.

Seeing this scene, the Third Young Master was completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, they really left?"

"I told you to get lost, and you actually did!"

"Why are you so obedient now?"

"Damn it!"

"When I survive, I'll definitely kill all of you, a bunch of deserters! Holy crap!"

The Third Young Master's lungs were about to explode with rage, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

And at this moment.

The Third Young Master looked up at the retreating figures of these Mulan Manor disciples, and a cold glint burst forth in his eyes.

Leaving aside whether these Mulan Manor disciples could save the Third Young Master by being there, at least with people around, the Third Young Master would be a bit bolder.

However, with all these Mulan Manor disciples gone, the Third Young Master instantly lost his nerve.

"Third Young Master, do you regret it?" The Sword Saint's lips curved, revealing a mocking smile.

In truth, for the Sword Saint, whether these Mulan Manor disciples were present or not had no impact on him whatsoever.

If the Sword Saint had wanted to kill the Third Young Master, the Third Young Master would have been dead long ago; he wouldn't even be able to speak.

"Sword Saint, what exactly do you want to do? I think if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't need to wait so long, right?" The Third Young Master suppressed the anger in his heart.

After hearing this, the Sword Saint smiled faintly.

Then, the Sword Saint directly released the Third Young Master, and a golden light burst forth in his eyes.

"Tell me, Senior Sword Saint, what exactly do you want? If I can do it, I will definitely help you. Now there are only the two of us here; this is a secret between us." The Third Young Master was very clever; he guessed that since the Sword Saint hadn't made a move, there must be something important.

Otherwise, with the Sword Saint's temperament, he would have acted long ago. How could the Third Young Master still be alive?

"You are very clever." The Sword Saint's face was grim, but being clever alone wasn't enough to survive.

"If I were a fool, I would have died in Mulan Manor long ago. How could I still have my own power?" The Third Young Master sneered, speaking with a hint of pride.

"Indeed." The Sword Saint nodded, "Alright, I won't beat around the bush. What I want is very simple: you and everyone from your Mulan Manor are not to bother me again. Otherwise, one day, my Sword might point directly at Mulan Manor."

The Jianghu Sword Saint, truly renowned.