"Die!"
A dazzling light flashed rapidly.
Four figures almost simultaneously fell to the ground.
In just the blink of an eye, four living martial artists had turned into four cold corpses.
On Ling Xiao's body, however, not even a drop of blood was stained.
Clad in white like snow, his black hair fluttering about, he carried the carefree air of a swordmaster.
"Let's go."
Without even glancing at the dead four, Ling Xiao simply called out and then stepped into the city gates alongside Leng Mei and Moon Lady.
The martial artists inside the gates naturally made way for them, each harboring a sense of fear in their hearts.
"Young man, you've caused big trouble, big trouble indeed!"
An old man with cultivation at the Ninefold Heavenly Peak sighed, "Your strength is indeed strong, but by killing those four, you've offended the entire Black Python Clan; you better leave quickly, or you might not be able to leave at all."
