0878: What's Your Name?

Blood trailed from the entrance all the way into the Huo Family Manor courtyard, blooming like furious flowers—flowers blossoming from one life after another. Only then did the guests merrily drinking in the courtyard notice the dozen or so men charging in. They cried out in terror and scattered in panicked flight.

Tables were overturned, chairs knocked down, and cups, bowls, and plates shattered across the floor.

They said that grudges in the martial world had their creditors and debtors, yet these killers spared not even the guests who had come for the wedding feast. With every rise and fall of their blades, they slaughtered them all.

Though some of the guests knew martial arts, how could they stand against these elite members of the Heavenly Alliance? They were all dispatched cleanly and efficiently.

Bang!

A table and a skilled fighter atop it were kicked into the air and exploded. The owner of that kick was actually a cripple!

The man was fat and strange-looking. His left foot was useless, replaced at its severed end by an iron crutch. He hopped into the courtyard, looking like a jumping pig, in stark contrast to the other lean, agile figure beside him.

Yet no one dared underestimate the two men, because everyone who had done so was already dead.

Everyone stared at the massive iron-cast gates of the now-sealed Huo Family Manor. Even the "Double Happiness" characters on the gates had fallen to the ground and been trampled to pieces.

Everyone was panicking, terrified. Only one child showed not the slightest fear. Instead, like a complete outsider, he coldly watched the blood and corpses covering the ground, as though he had long grown accustomed to such sights.

The child had thick brows and deep-set eyes, but his features lacked all childishness. He