"Kid, you are far too arrogant! Today will be the day you die!" The other four protectors, each gripping a longsword, charged swiftly toward him.
Hum hum hum!
The four men roared angrily as they rushed at Crow.
Their longswords, slashing straight down.
Carrying a fearsome power with the air.
Boom!
The table and sofa were split into two in an instant, and a deep groove appeared on the ground.
All eight martial artists were Late Stage Mystics and, at this moment, they unleashed their full strength, a truly terrifying display of power.
Seeing this spectacle, the beauties screamed again, frantically running to the corner to cower, trembling uncontrollably.
The young men, too, were pale-faced, scampering away in an utterly humiliated state.
Faced with the terrible blade light, Crow's figure flashed, dodging in an instant.
The next second, he appeared behind one of them, his dagger slicing across.
Spurt!
Blood sprayed from the man's neck.
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