The last rays of the setting sun cast a dim light on half the sky, and on the other half, it was stained with blood.
"Spare us! Daoist, spare... their lives! I'll release them right now!"
"Well!"
A piercing scream echoed through Fule East Alley. Blood splattered on a wooden door, and a thin man in black collapsed limply, his short knife clattering to the ground.
A calloused, thick hand slowly moved away from his chest.
The wooden Taoist was filled with rage, and his every move was ruthless and deadly, directly piercing through the man's heart meridian.
Then she took off his clothes and put them on herself.
At that moment, my gaze swept across the street and alley, and I saw seven men in black lying in pools of blood.
"You scoundrels from the Baling Gang, I told you long ago that if
