Feng Jihen finally understood why Fang Shuwen had said he alone was surrounding all of them.
And why he'd asked the men from Feng Family Manor to guard the perimeter and not let anyone escape.
With Fang Shuwen's Martial Arts, wiping out this group seemed to be only a matter of time.
If this bunch were to run, it would indeed become quite troublesome.
Realizing this, Feng Jihen acted decisively. With a wave of his hand, the men of Feng Family Manor immediately spread out.
If it came to killing, they might not be a match for these Seven Kills Hall disciples, but simply stopping them from leaving wasn't too difficult for them.
The Seven Kills Hall Master, wearing his blood-red mask, had a sinister expression.
He was growing restless in his grand armchair. The only reason he hadn't stood up yet was that he still hadn't quite processed what was happening.
'How did things turn out like this?'
'Weren't we the ones who surrounded Fang Shuwen?'
