"Screw your judgment!" Wang Hao cursed loudly, hefted the Money Sword, and cut down the assassin in white who was charging at the forefront.
Yin Hu refused to show weakness. His dagger, like the God of Death's scythe, flashed with a cold light, reaping a fresh life.
In the blink of an eye, bodies were strewn haphazardly across the snowy plains.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Hao planned to take care of the dark-skinned Jack to prevent future troubles and to stop him from harassing Xin Xiaowan.
The reason Jack could rise to the position of mage in the Brahma Sect was due to his family's clout, not his martial skills.
When he saw a polar bear, looking every bit the God of Death, charging toward him, terror took hold and he trembled uncontrollably, retreating again and again.
"Get him, stop him, stop him!"
Four assassins in white, two in each group, emerged from the left and the right directions to confront Wang Hao.
