Seeing these people's arrogant and domineering attitude, Mu Hanyan's face turned slightly cold. As a swordsman, she was proud of her status and generally did not want to attack civilians. Although she was known as a playboy and was notorious in Black Stone City, and she did act recklessly against Yuan Tianbo and others, she had never bullied civilians.

These people, who were swordsmen, actually attacked an innkeeper who had no skills at all because of a little dissatisfaction. They were so arrogant and lawless.

Yan Yuchu, Wu Qiyun and others also frowned. Given their status, they were usually the ones to bully others. No one dared to point at their noses and speak rudely to them.

"We were the first to enter this inn. Even if someone needs to leave, it should be you." Mu Hanyan helped the shopkeeper up and said with a sneer.

The guard's previous move was too sudden, completely unbecoming of a swordsman, so Mu Hanyan didn't have time to stop him. Seeing that he was seriously injured, Mu Hanyan hurriedly took out a healing pill and handed it to him.

This pill was given to him by Yang Baiqiao, and it is quite effective in healing injuries.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. How can I be qualified to take such a good pill?" The shopkeeper had a good eye and saw that the pill was extremely extraordinary. He was flattered and refused.

"Take it if I tell you to." Mu Hanyan stuffed the pill into his mouth without hesitation, pressing his back a few times to help him absorb the medicinal properties. The pills used by swordsmen were not meant for ordinary people to take lightly, as they could explode and die if not handled with caution. However, this pill was only used for healing, so there were no hidden dangers.

The pill melted in his mouth, and the shopkeeper felt his body warm up. All the pain disappeared, and he felt indescribably warm and comfortable. He even felt much better than before, full of energy, as if he had returned to his twenties.

The shopkeeper then realized that this pill was probably even more precious than he had imagined. This time, he had turned a disaster into a blessing. Not only were his injuries not serious, but he might even live another ten or twenty years.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper was even more grateful to Mu Hanyan.

"How dare you tell us to get out? Hahahaha, someone actually dared to tell us to get out!" Hearing Mu Hanyan's unyielding words, the young man laughed wildly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Then his smile faded, and he pointed at Mu Hanyan and ordered with a sinister look, "Break his arms and legs and throw him out."

Mu Hanyan pressed the hilt of the sword with her hand. She didn't know whose descendant this person was. He was so arrogant that he wanted to break someone's hands and feet if they disagreed with him.

Although Mu Hanyan didn't want to cause trouble, and although the guards they hired were all seventh-level swordsmen and must be from powerful backgrounds, Mu Hanyan still decided to teach them a lesson.

Upon hearing the order, several guards rushed towards Mu Hanyan with their fangs and claws bared. Although no one drew their sword, their fists were filled with strong energy. Looking at their cruel grins, it was clear that they not only wanted to break Mu Hanyan's hands and feet, but also wanted to cripple him.

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

With screams of "Ah", the guards flew out in unison, their wrists and ankles bleeding. The sword had cut their tendons in their hands and feet at the same time, and they lay on the ground wailing.

The one who did it was, of course, Mu Hanyan's pseudo "high-ranking lackey," the City Lord, Yan Yuchu. This guy had never been a pushover. He was called pseudo because their relationship was actually that of allies, not master and lackey.