"Who goes there!" Xiong Laosan and the others cried out in alarm.
A carefree man appeared in midair, smiling slightly, "The one who will kill you all!"
"The bastard's tough, let's go together!"
Xiong Laosan was no fool; he knew from the man's neat and efficient killing technique that this was no ordinary person, so he made a decision immediately.
Over a dozen soldiers raised their weapons and charged at him.
Sun Ling smiled faintly and vanished on the spot, causing all the descending swords and knives to miss their mark.
Thud.
A muffled sound.
Another soldier's throat was slit by a dagger, his blood gurgling mixed with the last of the air in his windpipe, making a hissing sound.
Xiong Laosan felt a chill all over his body.
This man moved like a ghost, incredibly elusive.
His group was no match for him at all.
Xiong Laosan thought of retreating and tried to slip away quietly.
But at that moment, a group of people came from outside the city gate.
