Ye Qingchen dashed out of the room, just arriving at the main hall.
Bang!
The wall was suddenly smashed open, and an assassin heavily crashed to the ground, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood. Upon seeing Ye Qingchen, a trace of fear surged in his eyes, and he immediately got up, trying to flee.
"Where do you think you're going!"
From within the room, Hong Man charged out with great force, sweeping horizontally with a staff, smashing it across the assassin's waist.
Crack!
A sound of bones shattering echoed.
The assassin didn't even let out a scream, being directly struck to fly sideways, spewing blood mixed with internal organs, dead before he even hit the ground.
On the other side, Jiang Churan also broke through the door with a sword in hand, the blade stained with blood, dripping onto the floor, forming a small pool of blood.
"Did you guys encounter an assassination too?"
The three of them exchanged glances.
Their faces immediately turned extremely ugly.
