The ground roiled as two figures used the Earth Travel Technique, heading straight for Fang Shuwen's feet.
Another two split off to his sides, closing in on his arms.
The low, mournful drone of a xun flute emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, as if to draw out the most hidden bloodlust from the depths of one's heart and fray the edges of reason.
In that instant, the seven assassins unleashed their signature skills. The Seven Kills Hall Master himself held nothing back.
Feng Jihen and Hu Yue'e watched, their pupils constricting in shock.
Even Residual Snow Black Sword, perched on the flying eaves, raised an eyebrow.
He was curious to see if Fang Shuwen could escape a situation where death lurked on all sides.
That's right—just escape!
Residual Snow Black Sword felt that if Fang Shuwen could even manage to get away, it would be an incredible feat. As for a counterattack… he didn't believe Fang Shuwen had it in him.
