"Damn it! You have some nerve to kill Lord John Dow, kill them all!" a foreigner in black roared.
"Kill!"
As his words fell, a group of surrounding guards, filled with murderous intent, charged forward.
"Little Black, let's continue," Zhang Xiaohao called out.
"Yes, brother!" the Black Dragon Saint Heir responded.
The two figures flashed, charging once again into the group of guards.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!"
"Sky Flipping Seal!"
"Yellow Spring Finger!"
Powerful attacks burst forth from Zhang Xiaohao's hands, blasting the group of guards.
Blood was splattered, and limbs were severed everywhere.
Screams of all sorts, along with ghostly wails and wolf howls, eerily echoed in the night sky.
"Black Dragon Spear Technique!" the Black Dragon Saint Heir wildly swung the black spear in his hands.
Sharp cold glimmers fell from the black spear, crazily slaughtering the guards who charged at them.
