The entire small town seemed like a slumbering beast that had suddenly awakened.
Even from such a distance, Yang Fei could hear countless chaotic and steady footsteps charging towards the small courtyard.
In an instant, Yang Fei easily judged that more than 200 people were rushing towards the courtyard together.
Xiao Xuanya was lazily lying down in the house. Seeing Yang Fei and Shui Rou make their move, but delaying on finishing it, she immediately cursed, "Idiot."
At this moment, a rumbling sound echoed as countless footsteps, like the waters of the Yellow River slapping against the banks, began to encircle the small courtyard.
Yang Fei looked calmly at Shui Rou, "You think this is enough to capture me?"
"Within ten steps, no Martial Artist can defeat me; your life is indeed in the palm of my hand."
A determined look flashed across Shui Rou's face, and the corners of her mouth turned slightly downwards.
