This street corner has clearly turned into Asura Hell, yet not a single person has come. Does this mean that there are still people controlling things from the periphery? Even if Antong Three Ghosts are killed, are there more assassins?
Will he inevitably die here today?
He's not afraid to die, but he'll never see his parents and siblings, or Wenjin ever again!
Another sharp weapon made a cut on his shoulder.
Are those people toying with him, intending to let him bleed to death?
Huangfu Jingchen thought mechanically, vaguely.
At this moment, Antong Three Ghosts looked as if they'd seen a ghost.
They were not playing around now; they had already used all their skills. After all, if they couldn't capture a person within ten moves, wouldn't they lose face?
Especially since their opponent was a mere remnant of a defeated army, barely holding on.
Yet, the boy covered in blood wielded a soft sword, swinging it mechanically, but there was something almost magical about it.
