Big brother? Third brother?
Mo Huai'an was utterly astonished.
The newcomer wore night attire, his face wrapped with a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, gleaming eyes.
When did he have such a brother?
And just as Mo Huai'an was bewildered, a package, contents unknown, came whistling through the air.
The man in black, who had thrown the package, immediately fled in another direction.
However, he had barely taken a dozen steps when a sword aura, like a flash of lightning, swiftly sliced through.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out, the man in black losing his balance and collapsing on the ground.
Behind him were two bloody calves.
Zhang Yuan calmly sheathed his sword and sat down again.
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of clothes slicing through the air, several figures swiftly rushed over.
A group of martial artists in tight attire, wielding weapons at their hilt, stood before him!
"My legs!"
