"It's him... he's here!"
Upon hearing the laughter, Han Family's young lady Han Qing turned pale, clinging tightly to the Han Family Head, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Swoosh!
A gentle breeze swept across Han Family Square.
By the collapsed courtyard wall, two Han Family servants, along with Huang Shi, were clearing rubble when they suddenly felt a rush of cold air. Glancing to their side, they realized a young man had appeared inexplicably.
The youth wore green robes and held a bloodstained dagger in hand. His narrow eyes exuded an arrogant and sinister aura.
"You..."
Huang Shi's heart filled with alarm, attempting to speak yet unable to utter any sound.
In the following instant.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Blood sprayed, and the heads of Huang Shi and the two Han Family servants detached from their necks, rolling onto the ground!
"When did this happen!"
"So fast!"
Everyone present gasped in shock, their eyes filled with terror.
