The ground caved in, followed by a roar; in just an instant, An Jing flashed out of sight, transforming into a long streak of white and gold light, charging towards all the armed personnel!
During the charge, flashes of cold light streaked by; each swing of the Life-taking Sword bisected several people at the waist, and the residual wind blades that stirred up from it continually spread out, sweeping across the bodies of a dozen armed personnel, those without Protective Body Skills were doomed to become corpses on the spot.
The Night Niche Gang's combatants collapsed; they were gang members after all, and the notion of fighting to the death was a far cry from reality. The reason they hadn't fled before was merely because An Jing blocked the door— who could have anticipated it wasn't them hunting down An Jing, but An Jing hunting them instead?
