People from the Poison Wolf Guild charged at Chen Yang with an unstoppable momentum.
A cold smirk appeared on Chen Yang's lips as he slowly drew a short blade from his waist. This was his trusted knife from his days as an assassin - incomparably sharp, it could easily slice through hair and sealed the throat upon drawing blood.
As the members of the Poison Wolf Guild were about to reach him, Chen Yang's figure suddenly burst into motion, darting through the crowd like lightning, his blade slashing throats and blood spraying wildly.
Pfft pfft pfft!
In just over a dozen seconds, every member of the Poison Wolf Guild lay on the ground, lifeless.
Upon seeing this scene, Tang Youcai's face turned to one of extreme terror, and a yellowish liquid flowed from his trousers. He had been scared into wetting himself by Chen Yang.
