Chapter 27
All of a sudden, Little Murong dashed forward. With a sword glimmering in her hand, she appeared like a crimson cloud surrounded by turquoise lightning streaks. As she threaded through the men, she left multiple painful cries across the atmosphere. In a blink of an eye, all seven escorts lay lifeless on the ground. The crowd was in great alarm as they heard Little Murong cackles. “It makes more sense for a little lady like me to take down a bunch of tough guys, doesn’t it?”
Feeling both enraged and startled, Hao Yigang growled and pounced on her. Little Murong twisted her slender waist while flourishing her radiant wrist. A sword came out of nowhere, unexpectedly changing its course. Her lips curled into a smile as she counted, “Eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18.
