It had to be said.
The father and son duo really had some skill. The Armored Warriors could hardly take a single step forward while blocked by Uncle Qi and Dachun.
"Hmph!" Xu Tong scoffed coldly.
The Armored Warriors behind him immediately cleared a path.
TAP, TAP, TAP. He stepped into the courtyard, one pace at a time.
"Trash!"
He approached, casting a mild glance at the Armored Warriors beside him before looking up at Uncle Qi and Dachun. Without another word, he drew the sword at his waist.
SHING!
The sound was incredibly crisp.
"If the two of you repent now and step aside, I can spare your lives," Xu Tong said indifferently, holding his sword with a reverse grip.
The scent of blood on his armor drifted through the courtyard. At the same time, faint scales slowly surfaced on his wrist.
"Cut the crap!" Uncle Qi and Dachun leaped forward almost simultaneously.
The father and son's eyes blazed with fury, looking as though they wanted to swallow Xu Tong whole.
CRACK!
