Tick tock, tick tock.
The once lively rooftop, filled with the clinking of glasses, suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of blood dripping to the ground.
Men and women, a total of twenty or thirty people, all turned their heads, their gazes converging on the entrance.
Three people walked in with swords.
A man and a woman in front, followed by a young man in plain clothes.
"Is the destruction of the secular world a good thing?"
Chen Yang extended his right hand, retrieving the Ancestral Sword from a distance, and said indifferently, "Those who deserve to be killed!"
Thud.
Without the support of the Ancestral Sword, the young man in the long robe fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, the glaring blood slowly soaking in.
Life was cut off.
The crowd looked at each other, who were these people, killing as soon as they arrived??
"Who are you?"
"Killing here, I think you're courting death!"
"Wise ones will kneel immediately."
