Since it is so, why not let them fight without restraint?
His voice was not loud, yet every word was like a nail:
"The rest—kill without exception. Hu Xiaolin—leave him to me."
The instant his words fell, Blood Sha and Cold Moon flickered, leaving only two afterimages behind before vanishing in a flash.
Hu Xiaolin's pupils contracted sharply, a chill running down his spine.
He had long heard of the Liang Province Mercenary Corps' assassination arts—silent and soundless, sealing throats at the sight of blood. Their sudden evaporation now meant that death was gliding right alongside his neck.
He let out a shrill roar:
"All units, be on guard! Blood Sha and Cold Moon are already in the field! Their movement techniques are swift as ghosts, their assassination arts unmatched across Western Liang—whoever dares slacken will die without a whole corpse!"
The Fierce Tiger Gang immediately erupted into unrest.
Hu Xiaolin did not need to say more. Everyone already knew the names of those two—Lin Chen's few quiet words earlier had laid bare the killing intent. Encirclement, numbers—once in Blood Sha and Cold Moon's hands, they were merely the prelude to slaughter. Beneath those two blades, hundreds of lives would struggle to find even a moment to breathe.
The crowd hurriedly raised shields, nocked arrows, hunched their necks, pressed themselves against the walls...
Yet every defense was no more than paper.
At that very instant, Cold Moon had already entered through the wind with the Containing Light Sword in hand. Her sword light was like a frigid current, poured directly into the heart of the Fierce Tiger Gang's headquarters.
With a turn of her wrist, cold radiance burst from the long sword, and blood threads lashed out like whips, spraying scarlet across the sky.
Wails of agony exploded almost at