A clear and cold voice echoed throughout the area. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
A young girl, just by standing there, exuded the aura of a superior, shocking everyone present.
"She is not simple!"
Even Peng Shan did not dare to offend her.
This was an aura that belonged to a superior. It required years of accumulation to form. Others could not fake it.
"May I know how to address you, Miss?"
Peng Shan lowered his head. He knew from the bottom of his heart that he could not afford to offend the person in front of him.
"You think you are qualified to know?"
Yan Qing raised her head slightly and glanced at him with disdain. Her voice did not fluctuate at all.
"Uh …"
The corners of Peng Shan's mouth twitched a few times.
As one of the three leaders of the Werewolf Mercenaries, he had thousands of mercenaries under his command. In the West Mist Country, even the families in the big cities treated him with respect. However, at this moment, the girl in front of him, who was only a martial artist, did not put him in her eyes at all.
In front of his subordinates, in public, he could not swallow this insult.
"Since Miss is not willing to speak, then don't blame me, Peng Shan, for offending you!"
Peng Shan clenched his teeth, his eyes flashed with fierceness.
People lived to fight for their dignity. At this moment, if he retreated, he would no longer have any prestige in the group.
The position of the leader of this division was coveted by many people!
"Go, leave no one alive!"
He waved his hand, and the dozen people of the Werewolf Mercenaries all moved. Like wolves and tigers, they rushed towards the Feng Family. Their swords were unsheathed, martial energy surged, and they attacked without mercy.
The people of the Feng Family all paled. Yan Qing was also stunned. She did not think that the small Werewolf Mercenaries would dare to attack her. The cold light came, and she forgot to dodge.
"Watch out!"
Feng Hao dodged in front of her. The cold light came and struck his back. A huge force threw the two of them away, and they fell into the inner circle.
The two sides collided. In just one move, the Feng Family lost dozens of people.
"Cough cough!"
Feng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood after suffering such a serious injury. His face quickly turned pale. "You … Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Yan Qing looked at him nervously.
After receiving the reply, Feng Hao's heart sank. His consciousness sank into darkness and he fainted.
"Hey, are you okay?Hey, don't scare me! "
Looking at Feng Hao, whose face was as pale as paper, Yan Qing immediately panicked. She seemed to have lost something important in her heart. Her eyes immediately turned red, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
But no matter how hard she tried, Feng Hao could not wake up.
Looking up, the Werewolf Mercenaries were like fierce tigers charging into a flock of sheep, mercilessly slaughtering the children of the Feng Clan. Feng Chen was also forced to retreat by Peng Shan.
Swoosh!
A Martial Master Mercenary broke through the defensive line. He held a saber in one hand and chopped down mercilessly at Yan Qing's head.
They also understood that this girl was not an ordinary person. Maybe she really was the direct descendant of a large clan. This time, they had offended her, so they had to eliminate her!
Looking at the girl who was still sitting there foolishly without moving, his expression became very sinister and terrifying.
"Not good!"
Feng Chen could not get away at all. He wanted to save her, but it was too late.
Swoosh!
A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Yan Qing. He stretched out his hand and caught the saber with two fingers. The mercenary's thick Martial Qi could not even lift the corner of his clothes.
This was a middle-aged man with a strong face and spirited eyes. The black clothes on his body were made of luxurious cloth. On the left side of his chest, there was a silver lightning symbol.
He only moved a little bit, and the saber in the mercenary's hand broke into pieces and fell to the ground. He stretched his palm forward and pressed it on the chest of this Martial Master Mercenary. Under his shocked gaze, he exerted a little force.
"Bang!"
This mercenary did not have the slightest ability to resist. His chest and back were directly pierced. Blood spurted out and his entire body was thrown more than ten meters away. When he landed on the ground, he was already dead.
Just as everyone was in shock, a tyrannical aura approached from afar. They entered Yulan City and rushed towards the Feng Residence.
This was a group of people wearing black robes. If one looked carefully, they would see that on the left side of their robes, there was a silver lightning symbol.
All of their faces were grave and stern, without any emotion. Their gazes were like the edge of a knife, cutting people's hearts.
They just stood there, and no one dared to move. Even Peng Shan, who was a peak Martial Master, did not dare to breathe too heavily.
This was because he discovered that none of the black-robed people's aura was weaker than his. And he only took one look at the middle-aged man standing there, and he felt his mind freeze in that instant.
Unfathomable!
"Greetings, Young Miss!"
The group of black-robed people came in front of Yan Qing and knelt down.
"This old servant is late and has startled the Young Miss!"
The middle-aged man also turned around and bowed. His tone was extremely humble, and he did not dare to look directly at the young girl.
Seeing all of this, Yan Qing's face turned cold. She put down Feng Hao and slowly stood up.
"We've startled the Young Miss!"
The group of black-robed people shouted again.
Their words set off a monstrous wave in the hearts of everyone present.
This young girl's identity was indeed not simple!
Looking at this group of people, Yan Qing did not say anything. Her cold gaze swept across the crowd, and finally landed on Feng Hao, who had already vomited blood and fainted. When she saw that the youth was still frowning, her heart violently twitched.
"Kill, leave no one alive!"
A cold and emotionless voice came out of Yan Qing's mouth.
Her words were like a death sentence. The group of black-robed people stood up when they heard the order, and each of their bodies emitted a frightening aura that completely froze everyone's mind.
They were like the emissaries of the god of death. Their figures swept across the crowd. Whether it was the elites of the Hu and Yang Clans or the Werewolf Mercenaries, they did not have the slightest ability to resist the black-robed people. Immediately, miserable screams resounded everywhere. Not long after, silence was restored. Everywhere, there were corpses on the ground.
These black-robed people's attacks were all fatal, and they were not sloppy at all. Such cold-blooded coldness caused even the people of the Feng Clan to suck in a breath of cold air.
In the distance, everyone held their breath, and no one dared to make the slightest sound.
Wanshuo's body trembled slightly. These black-robed people gave him too much of a shock. Peng Shan, who was at the peak of Martial Grand Master, did not have the ability to resist, and his life was taken in one move. He would never forget such a scene.
Ouyang Peng, who had rushed over after hearing the news, also froze. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Faintly, he saw the silver lightning symbol on the left chest of these black-robed people. His eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen a ghost.
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