"Aah!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out in the teahouse.
It could be heard clearly even three li away.
But this was only the beginning!
A white blur darted back and forth among the green-clad men, so dazzlingly fast it was like lightning, sending sprays of scalding blood flying in every direction.
Even the middle-aged man, who had retreated more than ten paces away, was splattered across the face with blood.
One green-clad man after another screamed and collapsed to the floor. Torn wounds opened across their arms and legs, their clothing shredded and flesh peeled back, the great tendons beneath all severed!
Such injuries were not fatal, but to a Martial Artist, they were more terrifying than death.
With the tendons in their hands and feet cut, even if they were fortunate enough to have them reattached, they would be crippled for life unless treated with extraordinarily precious Pills for reconnecting severed limbs.
And how could a band of thugs like them possibly obtain such medicine?
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen green-clad men at the Blood Refining and Marrow Refining realms lay in pools of blood.
They struggled in agony, convulsed, and wailed, nearly turning the tiny teahouse into a living hell!
The middle-aged man responsible for all this now had unfocused eyes and trembled all over.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the elite squad he had brought would fail to touch even a single hair on the real target, only to fall beneath the claws of the other party's beast pet.
That was right. The one who had just dealt with the dozen-odd green-clad men was not Wang Chen.
It was White Fox!
With a whoosh, it sprang back into Wang Chen's arms, curled up again, and leisurely licked its