"It seems you still don't understand the situation."
Chen Tang walked towards Ye Zhi, who was on the bed, and said calmly.
"You, you, what do you want to do?"
Ye Zhi kept retreating towards the wall, his eyes flickering, his voice raised in a harsh but weak tone.
Thud, thud, thud!
Already many people were rushing up the stairs.
"Where did this thief come from, meet your death!"
At the staircase entrance, a few Martial Artists just appeared, and upon seeing the scene in the room, couldn't help but shout.
Chen Tang snorted coldly and moved.
With just one step, he arrived at the top of the stairs!
Clang!
'Eternal' unsheathed, a flash of cold light!
Thud!
The guards in front didn't even have time to raise their weapons before Chen Tang cut them down with one saber strike!
Blood spurted out, and two heads the size of fists flew up, rolling down the stairs!
Chen Tang kicked the two headless bodies towards the guards behind him.
