"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"
"Puff, puff, puff!"
The shards of glass were like daggers, piercing through the bodies of the disciples from the Niu Family Martial Arts Hall. Amidst the screams, dozens of people at the forefront swiftly fell to the ground, their cries merging into one!
Their machetes dropped to the floor, making a crisp collision sound, mocking them as mere trash that couldn't even get within ten meters, yet still thought they could cut someone?
Yang Jinrong froze in place as he watched the scene unfold. With the current situation, not only could they not kill Li Chuan, they couldn't even harm a single hair on him!
What's the point of fighting anymore!
Niu Kun brought elite fighters, and those at the forefront were among the best, experienced in many brawls in Jianghu, with intensely rich fighting experience!
Yet now, these elite disciples were all lying on the ground, wailing and howling in agony, their screams ear-splitting.
