Clang!
In the courtyard, a burly man kicked Cunshang Zhengye to the ground, drew his katana from his waist, and said fiercely, "Old man, today you're going to see blood!"
Whoosh!
As soon as his words finished, the katana violently chopped towards Cunshang Zhengye's shoulder.
Hum!
A cold murderous intent burst out from the pile of firewood.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The pile of firewood exploded suddenly, and Qingyuan Yingzi, covered in blood, leaped out, holding a scalpel and swiftly rushed toward the burly man.
"Who?"
The burly man was startled and shouted.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The gleam of the blade appeared, and Ying Zi's figure turned into an afterimage, circling in front of four young men.
"Ah..."
The four young men's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Ying Zi with shock, hands clutching their necks as blood crimsonly flowed between their fingers.
Thud! Thud!
The burly man and the others fell to the ground one after another, instantly lifeless.
"Grandfather!"
