"Swish, swish, swish!" Just as Dong Shao's men were dragging Yang Yi, intending to take her away, a faint sound suddenly erupted in the air.
The next moment, before Dong Shao could even react, blood gushed from the necks of the men who had been pulling Yang Yi.
Witnessing this scene, Dong Shao felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end. To kill so easily surrounded by so many skilled fighters was clearly no ordinary feat.
While fear settled in his heart, a wave of anger also rose within him. Everyone in Huaihai Province knew he was about to take control, yet someone dared to kill his men; it was sheer folly, a path to self-destruction.
"Who? Who's causing trouble in the dark? If you have the guts, come out and speak!" Dong Shao shouted loudly into the air while hiding amidst the crowd, eyeing the corpses before him.
"I am the one here to claim your life!" Just as Dong Shao's words fell, a muffled voice erupted in the air once more.
