When people thought Shang Feiyue would be in trouble.
Ximen Feixue took action.
With just one sword move, the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly become much colder.
Then, a figure viciously slammed onto the stage.
It was the assassin.
"Take him away!"
Ximen Feiyue didn't want to disrupt the ceremony, so he kicked the man in black backstage. Zhuang Wu and others had already bound the guy.
"What a formidable woman!"
"No wonder the Chenhe Group isn't afraid of even the Shangqi Alliance, they have the confidence for sure."
The crowd was full of whispers.
"Look over there, something seems to be happening!"
At this moment, someone shouted again.
The crowd turned their heads and saw more than two hundred people on the road leading to the square.
All holding weapons in their hands.
With an overwhelming aura.
It's obvious at a glance, they are not ordinary people, surely all well-trained.
They were all wearing masks and dressed in uniform clothing.
