A Bloody Melee
Night shrouded the manor where Xiao Yifeng was staying.
The once-peaceful building was now blanketed in a murderous chill.
Outside the manor, more than seven hundred people had surrounded the small estate so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Shen Wuxiao and the others watched from a distant rooftop, each eagerly awaiting the outbreak of battle.
The scene was terrifyingly silent.
This was the omen before slaughter.
Both sides were waiting.
Closing in step by step.
Xiao Yifeng held the Wind Breaking Halberd, his eyes closed.
Behind him stood more than thirty elite subordinates.
Though few in number, every one of them stood tall and straight, with resolute eyes and an icy, imposing aura.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Even the sound of dripping water could be heard with perfect clarity.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, a shrill cry tore through the night sky, and battle erupted in an instant.
On Liu Xiaobian's side, a group of burly men charged out first, brandishing long blades and shouting as they rushed toward the manor.
Xiao Yifeng's men showed no fear.
"Kill them!" Xiao Yifeng raised a hand and waved.
The only Martial Venerable's muscles bulged as he roared as well, launching himself forward like a cannonball.
Both his hands clenched into fists, wrapped in a faint layer of white qi.
The qi rippled through the air, and every swing of his fists brought howling gusts of wind.
He plunged fiercely into the enemy ranks and threw a punch at the foremost group.
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The instant his fists collided with the long blades, a powerful shockwave of qi erupted.
Liu Xiaobian's men only felt an enormous force crushing down upon them.
Dozens of arms went numb in an instant, and the long blades in their