After a brief, deathly silence, someone suddenly shouted. The remaining three knife-wielding thugs were gripped by terror, instinctively grabbed their weapons, smashed the door open, and charged out!
Perhaps they thought their numbers gave them a chance to fight to the death! Perhaps they believed Black-Clad Guards would not normally appear here, that it was probably a bluff...
But the moment they rushed out the door, before they could even see what the newcomer looked like...
Three more soft splat sounds rang out!
That invisible, deathly blade aura appeared again, twisting and flashing through the air with eerie agility, as though it possessed a life of its own!
The three men at the front suddenly froze. Then, without warning, their heads detached from their necks and shot into the sky!
Warm blood gushed wildly from their severed necks like fountains, splattering Wu Ergou and Master Liu, who followed behind, from head to toe and face to face!
The headless corpses swayed, then crashed heavily to the ground.
Xiao Fan stood in the night with his hands behind his back, tall and straight, his face cold and stern.
Holding two fingers together like a sword, he pointed at the last three men, who were nearly scared out of their wits. His voice was chilling to the bone. "I told you to crawl out. Can't you understand human speech?"
"Black... Black-Clad Guard!!! It really... really is a Black-Clad Guard! Spare us, sir! Spare us!"
The last little thug and Wu Ergou were so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies. Their knees gave way, and with a thud, they dropped to the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic.
A large patch beneath them was instantly soaked with urine, reeking foully.
Though Master Liu was still forcing himself to remain standing, his face