Chapter 558: Chapter 557: Massacre
"Alright."
The God of Thieves shouted excitedly, pulling out a handful of darts from his chest and waving them around. With fierce eyes, he glared at the mbers of the Tai Chi Sect and said, "Senior Brother Liu, sorry about this, but under the captain’s orders, I must take your lives. I’ll try to be gentle."
Liu Ji’s face turned ashen, his heart in his throat.
He deeply understood one thing: just now, the God of Thieves could have stolen even his underwear. If he intended harm, one could say that by now, he might already be a corpse.
It was precisely because of this realization that he found the God of Thieves to be extrely confident, so confident it was frightening.
"Form up! Attack!"
Though Liu Ji was afraid, he did not intend to sit still and wait for death. He shouted to the Tai Chi Sect mbers, lifted his hand, and prepared to use his Inner Strength.
Whoosh whoosh!
Just as Liu Ji’s words left his mouth, with two light swooshes, two Tai Chi Sect mbers fell rigidly to the ground, with darts lodged in their throats!
"Hiss!"
Liu Ji gasped, suddenly looking at the God of Thieves. From his hand, two darts had indeed disappeared!
Too fast, too strong!
Liu Ji’s heart turned to ashes. Just now, he hadn’t even seen how the opponent had made his move. If the darts had targeted him...
The consequences were unimaginable!
"God of Thieves, with your extraordinary skills, why be soone’s lackey?"
At this point, Liu Ji shouted toward the God of Thieves, his face pale.
The God of Thieves chuckled: "Xiaojie, it’s simply a rcenary relationship with the captain. And to be honest, if the captain wanted, I’d be happy to be his lackey!"
As he spoke, his wrist rapidly flicked, and two more darts were nailed into the throats of two Tai Chi Sect mbers.
Cluck cluck...
The two n stared at the God of Thieves in astonishnt, clearly not expecting this outco.
Thud thud, watching his fellow disciples fall, Liu Ji was so terrified that he couldn’t muster a single thought of resistance. He turned and shouted, "Shangguan Feihong, this ti I won’t play with you!"
After shouting, he turned around and ran toward the edge of the road, actually planning to escape!
"Liu Ji, you!"
Shangguan Feihong didn’t expect Liu Ji to be so afraid of death, so much so that he was at a loss for words.
The mbers of the Seven Great Families were also infuriated, yet their eyes were keenly observing.
Liu Ji’s actions gave them a clear path: currently, there’s no chance of winning this battle, perhaps escape is the true way!
But then, sothing happened that changed their minds.
Bam!
With the sound of a gunshot, the running Liu Ji had a burst of blood explode from his head, and as the blood sprayed, his warm body collapsed completely.
From afar, the crowd couldn’t clearly see his facial expression because half his head was gone!
"Wow, Xiaowu actually brought out Batley; this guy is really angry this ti!"
Seeing Liu Ji’s death from afar, the God of Thieves sighed with a face full of emotion.
The Demoness took a drag of her cigarette, swayed her snake-like waist, and walked up to the mbers of the Seven Great Families, exhaling a deep, smoky breath and said, "These guys harbored killing intent against the boss; do you think Xiaowu could have remained calm?"
In the swirling smoke, the mbers of the Seven Great Families couldn’t help but reveal expressions of greed.
Such a delicate beauty right before them—her fragrance seed to trickle into their noses—for the young and zealous, danger seed insignificant before such beauty.
Their faces inadvertently showed lecherous grins, but as they laughed, their expressions froze, and their eyes glazed over.
Purple erged from their noses and gradually spread all around. In less than a second, their heads turned deep purple, their eyes blood-red, completely lifeless.
Thud thud thud thud...
The group, lively just monts before, now collapsed to the ground like dried corpses.
Shangguan Feihong’s legs went numb with terror, and he instinctively shouted, "Hold your breath; her smoke is poisonous!"
The surviving noble family mbers were shocked, finally rembering a forgotten fact.
The Demoness, the master of poison in the underground world, had finally revealed her ferocious fangs!
"Cluck cluck, Young Master Shangguan, you’re quite observant, pity though, if you weren’t the captain’s enemy, I might have considered spending a night with such a promising young man like you..."
The Demoness said as she swiftly retreated back to Qin Hao’s side.
Her face carried a charming, gentle smile, as if the smoke that had just killed dozens was not her doing.
"Demoness, you really have a vicious heart!"
The Sun Family’s representative, who had accidentally inhaled a puff of smoke, showed blood streaks in his smoke ring, his face dotted with purple, and it continued to spread wantonly.
The feeling of suffocation and intense pain attacked, and with the last bit of strength, his eyes bulged wide, as if vowing to haunt the Demoness even in hell, shouting loudly.
After shouting this sentence, his entire face swelled to a deep purple. The wretched state of his collapse left the surviving people trembling deep within.
"They are unbeatable, unbeatable at all!"
A representative of the noble families shouted madly, running rapidly towards the edge of the road.
Despite knowing he might be shot dead by the Sniper God, fear had driven him insane.
He only wanted to quickly escape this terrifying place.
This man’s action set an example for the others; the still-alive ones were already scared senseless by the Demoness, the God of Thieves, the Sniper God, and others.
"Run!"
Soone shouted, and everyone at the scene went berserk, rushing towards the road.
"You guys run, I’ll just follow the captain’s request to deal with the Tai Chi Sect mbers."
The God of Thieves lazily dropped his words, and the final three darts in his hand shot out, precisely nailing the backs of the heads of three running Tai Chi Sect mbers.
Seeing the three fall, the God of Thieves clapped his hands, found a stone on the ground to sit on, and shouted, "Captain, my task is done, square up the fee for
later."
Qin Hao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Before he could speak, he heard countless screams coming from the crowd.
It turned out that Sword Madman had silently entered the crowd. With flashes of sword light, those running noble family descendants fell one by one, with blood marks across their necks.
The God of Thieves clicked his tongue in wonder: "Compared to killing, I’m still weaker than Sword Madman. After all, he is the captain’s direct disciple."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hao looked at Sword Madman’s back and revealed a reminiscent smile.
In days gone by, besides Cold Blade, he also taught Sword Madman a bit of Secret Technique.
If Cold Blade was a seed he inadvertently planted, then Sword Madman was the towering tree he had nurtured with care, watering and fertilizing.
As if wanting to prove himself to his master, Sword Madman’s short sword swung through the air, a three-ter-long Sword Qi ford, instantly slicing over twenty people into halves.
The scene resembling hell scared Shangguan Feihong so much that he took a tumble. As pain hit, he quickly got up, darting towards the van, his heart pounding with fear on the brink of explosion.
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