"Not good, there are assassins! Protect the master!"
"You scoundrels, how dare you come to assassinate the master, courting death!"
"Bold assassin, surrender now!"
In an instant, cries of alarm and sounds of battle rose and fell.
The whole mansion was in chaos in a flash.
Zhang Beixing suddenly opened his eyes, a murderous aura overflowing from his gaze.
"Ha, just in time!"
"I want to see which blind fool dares to challenge my authority!"
With that said, he strode out of the room.
Outside the residence, a chaotic battle was already underway.
Zhang Beixing's subordinates were fiercely fighting a group of black-clothed men.
Both sides were exchanging blows, tension high.
For a moment, the shouts of battle shook the heavens, blood flowed like rivers.
Zhang Beixing's gaze swept across the battlefield, sharp like lightning.
Soon, he locked onto the leader of the black-clothed men.
This person was tall, his attacks vicious, obviously possessing extraordinary cultivation.
