"Bang!"
A loud noise erupted from the hall.
Crow grabbed a stone pier with his left hand and ferociously smashed it towards Nie Kuangtu.
Nie Kuangtu was not to be outdone, throwing a punch that instantly turned the stone pier into flying rubble, leaving the scene in utter disarray.
Taking advantage of the dust and ash, Crow held a dagger in each hand and charged at Nie Kuangtu.
Nie Kuangtu's ears twitched slightly, immediately guessing Crow's whereabouts.
As Crow struck, Nie Kuangtu abruptly crouched and dodged the short blade in Crow's left hand.
Just then, Crow's voice suddenly appeared; he gripped the dagger in his right hand like a Throwing Knife, swiftly flicking his wrist. His target was not Nie Kuangtu, but Mo Han!
Crow was a clever man; he knew that the seemingly harmless fellow before him was the greatest threat. If he could take him out, he was sure he could escape with his own skill.
