"Ah!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out within the teahouse.
It could be clearly heard even three miles away.
But this was just the beginning!
A white shadow flitted among the men in green, dazzlingly fast like lightning, stirring up a flurry of hot, fresh blood that splattered in all directions.
Even a middle-aged man standing more than ten steps away got splashed with blood on his face.
One after another, the men in green fell to the ground, screaming as tears appeared on their limbs, shredding their clothes and turning their flesh inside out, completely severing their tendons!
Such injuries were not fatal, but for a martial artist, they were more terrifying than death.
With the tendons of their extremities severed, even if they were luckily reconnected, they would be crippled unless treated with extremely precious Break and Connect Pills.
But such pills were clearly beyond the means of these thugs!
