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At this moment, no one around reacted. Their faces were expressionless, and some even had smiles on their faces, as if they were watching a good show. A few songstresses looked at He Chen with some worry.
Most people are just watching the show as if it's nothing new, or perhaps they've simply become numb to it.
Two of the twenty accompanying constables carried chains. The others, with sharp bows and arrows, were intently aimed. Any movement would be met with a swift, deadly shot, likely turning them into pincushions in an instant.
The two men, carrying chains, recognized the bronze hammers in their hands. Then they looked at the two headless bodies on the ground, blood still flowing. A sense of tension gripped them. But they had received orders and had no choice but to move forward and seize the bodies.
He Chen maintained his smile, looking up at the young masters of the Huang and Chai families, and said, "Those who are not involved, leave immediately. Otherwise, swords have no eyes."
At this moment, both the young masters of the Huang and Chai families were watching the show with expressions of anticipation, as if they were catching turtles in a jar.
Suddenly, a burst of light erupted, accompanied by a sound like a dragon's roar, and a sharp blade tore through the air. He Chen leaped into the air, wielding a large bronze hammer, and with a light tap, killed the young master of the Chai family. Beside the young master, the guard Lang thrust his broadsword, directly piercing the bronze hammer.
He Chen casually tossed the bronze hammer, which, as if carrying the force of Mount Tai crashing down, struck the leader of the group like a meteor falling to earth in the blink of an eye. It hit the leader directly on the head.
In an instant, it shattered into pieces, splattering everywhere, blood spraying everywhere. For a moment, the air froze! The other members of the patrol were instantly stunned. The leader pointed at someone, and everyone's eyes turned to another person, a middle-aged man whose face resembled Young Master Chai.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's face was filled with a cold glint, his eyes blazing with extreme rage, as if he wanted to devour He Chen whole, as if they were blood enemies. He roared like a tiger, "Fire! Fire! Fire arrows! Turn him into a pincushion!"
In an instant, the sound of arrows flying rang out. The gleam of the arrows, reflected in the lamplight, sent chills down one's spine.
A flash of light appeared, the blade's cry like a dragon's roar, its sharpness tearing through the air as it reached the archer in a single step. Wielding the gentleman's sword, it slashed and hacked, and in an instant, slaughter began, limbs flying and heads flying. The flash of light seemed to illuminate the hall for a moment, making the crowd feel unreal, as if they were amidst a sea of swords and shadows.
The killing point flashed by. But he didn't even glance at it. Then, with a light step, he flew to the second floor. With a single slash, a streak of light flashed across the sky, striking the guard who had just been there.
The guard, Lang, was on high alert and rushed forward quickly. His speed was incredibly fast and cunning. He left afterimages and was about to slash at He Chen's neck in an instant. He Chen was unconcerned. A dazzling blade of light flashed and thrust straight into the guard's chest, then flicked upwards.
A neat line emerged from the middle of its forehead, instantly leaving a bloody gash that bled profusely. Then, in a moment of stunned disbelief, its true form was revealed. A large gray wolf, ten feet long, appeared.
At this moment, the air became still. Some people's pants were soaked. Some people still had a foul odor emanating from them.
Blood flowed continuously from the gentleman's blade. Drip, drip, drip. He Chen was covered in blood, feeling exhilarated and satisfied. Killing should be exhilarating, it should be without restraint, it should be about striding forward, about taking one kill with every step.
Heavy footsteps echoed, one after another, approaching Young Master Huang. It was as if the same scene with Little Blackie was repeating itself. Young Master Huang was now filled with fear. Young Master Chai, however, already held a sword in his hand. He showed neither fear nor surprise. His aura began to slowly gather.
Young Master Huang then said, 'Boy, you're dead. You dared to kill someone from the police station. You're a criminal of the court. They'll be notifying you soon. You're doomed! Quickly kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe they'll spare your life.'
He Chen's heavy footsteps echoed, casting a pall of unease on everyone present. His face was expressionless as he spoke, "When I die is my business. Today I just want to know, who can save you?"
The words had barely left his lips when a flash of light appeared and vanished. Then came a agonizing scream, a scream more painful than if his parents had died.
The second young master of the Huang family clutched his groin, blood streaming down his face. He immediately squatted down, his face pale and his lips purplish. He couldn't speak. His venomous eyes, if they could devour someone, would probably have eaten them piece by piece.
Young Master Chai felt a chill run down his spine. The other young masters were so frightened they sat down on the ground, clutching their hands tightly, terrified that the next victim would be them.
He Chen said, "I heard you like respectable women, and I heard you enjoy partying every night. Look how pale you are. I did this for your own good, to prevent you from dying young. You should thank me." His face was full of sincerity.
Suddenly, a flash of light and the hissing sound of sword energy appeared before him. The second young master of the Chai family no longer concealed his strength, drew his sword, and unleashed a three-foot-long burst of sword energy.
"Sixth rank! Young Master Chai is sixth rank!" "This young hero is doomed!" Shouts erupted from the crowd. Some people's eyes darted around. Some seemed to have already guessed, while others grew worried.
The second young master of the Chai family had been hiding his secret for so long, and now everyone present knew it. Although there were thirty or forty of them, they wouldn't be enough for the young master Chai to kill in a quarter of an hour. A chill ran through the crowd as they looked at the doors and windows, noticing no handles. The quick-witted ones pushed open the doors and windows, preparing to escape.
They had just reached the door, preparing to open it, when a flash of blade and a head fell to the ground. At that moment, the other two guards, who had been there earlier, began slaughtering the crowd as if it were nothing more than chickens. One slash, one kill; one slash, one kill. Completely unrestrained! It was as if they had received some training, or perhaps they had done this kind of thing too many times, and killed too many.
The sudden sword energy arrived in an instant. A dazzling, blinding light shone from the gentleman's blade. A thunderous whistle echoed from the blade. With a deafening boom, the blade struck directly into Young Master Chai's precious sword.
The force and speed were so great that they caught Young Master Chai off guard, like a heavy hammer striking a small sword, knocking the precious sword away.
Young Master Chai lacked combat experience. Where had he ever encountered such a situation? He had always relied on his own treasured sword, so sharp it could cleave his opponent's weapon in two before plunging it into their chest and decapitating them.
But he reacted quickly and retreated hastily. The amulet in his hand lit up rapidly. Just as he was about to take out another attack talisman, its color tinged with red, presumably a fire talisman, he felt himself being enveloped by a pair of large hands before the fire talisman even left his hand.
Then, there was a tearing sound, a tearing sound. The pain was excruciating.
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