The few men beside the large figure immediately raised their blades and charged at Zheng Fan. After his own strike landed, Zheng Fan began to retreat.
BUZZ!
Suddenly, the man on the far left slipped inexplicably and fell straight to the ground, his head landing right at Zheng Fan's feet.
The fallen man's companions were stunned for a moment, and Zheng Fan's gaze hardened.
Is this some kind of act?
But how could he refuse a head served up so willingly?
Zheng Fan's blade flashed, slicing across the man's throat and sending a spray of blood into the air.
Xue Three's figure materialized behind the remaining men like a phantom. He plunged the daggers in each hand into the backs of two assassins, and two agonizing screams rang out.
