Tap! Tap! Tap!
Footsteps rang out.
However, Zuo Qianqiu's face turned ugly.
Because:
As wind and snow swept through, the masked men not only did not retreat, but instead advanced three steps in perfect unison.
A voice came from among the masked men:
"If Chu Qing were standing before us, we might fear him somewhat!"
"But you, a mere Zuo Family disciple, are not qualified to make us fear you!"
"Hand over Sima Zhao!"
"Otherwise, tonight, we will wash the Martial Academy in blood."
The voice was not loud, yet to Zuo Qianqiu and the others' ears, it was like thunder.
Rip!
Zuo Qianqiu drew his divine blade and sneered. "Do you really think the Martial Academy is a brothel?"
"You think you can come whenever you want?"
"And wipe out the Martial Academy?"
"Come on, get over here. I'll kill you all, one slash at a time!"
At that moment:
The badly wounded Sima Zhao said in a low voice, "Zuo Qianqiu, don't argue with them!"
"They are the Young Master's cleaners."
"This time, they are not only here to kill me—they are probably here to kill Chu Qing too!"
"Hurry and inform Chu Qing. Tell him to run!"
"If he doesn't run now, he really won't be able to escape!"
Zuo Qianqiu was stunned, then laughed. "What cleaners?"
"I've never heard of them!"
"I'm not afraid!"
The other young men and women also nodded and laughed. "What's there to fear?"
"We're all Heaven-Reaching Experts. Are we supposed to fear these masked rats?"
These youths gripped their sharp weapons, utterly fearless.
Sima Zhao was afraid.
He clawed at the floor tiles and crawled bit by bit toward a corner.
Blood stained the tiles in his wake.
Kill!
Dozens of cleaners surged toward the Martial Academy like gusts of black