The chilling aura seemed to warn everyone in the house that no one could leave safely today.
The remaining eight people entered the prefect's mansion quietly from all directions, as if they were in a deserted place.
Inside the mansion, everything was quiet, even the lowliest maids had fallen asleep. Only the night guards were patrolling the huge gardens and rooms.
Five darts pierced the night sky and silently shot into the necks of five guards patrolling the garden. The five men fell to the ground and died before they even had time to call for help.
Looking back, several other patrolling guards had also been eliminated using the same method.
Suddenly, the entire prefect's mansion was filled with the strong smell of blood.
A guard came out of the toilet and saw the corpses of several companions on the ground. His eyes suddenly widened and he pulled out the knife from his waist. He was about to yell "There are assassins" when he suddenly felt a powerful murderous aura reflected from above his head.
Xing raised his sword to block, only to hear a "bang" sound, and half of the guard's raised sword was slashed and flew away.
A man in black jumped down from the guard's head, landed softly, and ran straight to the servant's room without even looking at the guard.
The knife that was chopped off made several arcs in the air, fell down, and was inserted into the soil on the side.
The guard holding the handle of the knife froze on the spot. After a while, a trace of blood gradually seeped out from the top of his head, slowly flowing down from his forehead, grazing the tip of his nose, and falling on the corner of his clothes and the ground.
"Bang"! The guard fell to the ground, making an almost inaudible dull sound. There was only a trace of blood on his forehead just now, but now blood gurgled out, soaking a large area of the ground beneath him.
In a room not far from the prefect's master bedroom, a man in green and brocade robes broke through the door and flew out, pointing his arrow directly at a man in black who had already stood waiting outside the room.
The man in green clothes poured all his inner strength into the sword, held the sword with both hands, and slashed straight down from the top of the man in black clothes.
The man in black didn't move his legs. He raised his sword with one hand and struck the man in green with all his strength to block it.
There was a loud "dang" sound, and the two intertwined swords finally stopped less than an inch away from the head of the man in black. A strong wind swept by, and dust splashed around.
The man in black held his sword and pulled it down. The man in green flew past. The two swords met each other and a sword flower flashed.
After landing on the shoulder, he rolled forward. The man in Tsing Yi fell on the ground with his left hand, and raised his sword with his right hand to point at the man in black. Because of that blow, the tip of the sword was still buzzing and trembling. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and no one could see it. The man in Tsing Yi and Jin robe
The tiger's mouth where the man held the sword was shattered by a casual block from the man in black.
"Hoo~" A very deep voice sounded from behind the man in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi flew up again and hid to the right. As soon as he left the ground, an iron ball hit him and a crater exploded in the ground. His body was not stable.
, another iron ball came flying... The man in Tsing Yi was tired of dealing with it and fell down instantly.
The man in black glanced at the man in green, then turned around and never looked at him again. It seemed that he didn't even notice such a thing. Instead, he kept staring at the main room of the prefect's mansion.
"Quick fight, quick decision." The man in black gave the order. The owner of the iron ball lost his joking mentality and struck the man in green with a move that was many times faster than the man in green.
"Poof." Following the sound of the man in Tsing Yi's sternum breaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The man in Tsing Yi's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.