A shadow in the forest flitted like a bat, darting left and right.
Only the faint sound of cloth fluttering could be heard.
Shhh!
A constable clutched his throat and staggered backward, collapsing against a tree trunk.
Blood soaked his lapel as it trickled down his clothes.
"Go!! Kill him for me!"
Ouyang Jianrong's eyes tightened as he retreated quickly, gesturing repeatedly to those around him.
"He's still heavily injured and hasn't recovered; go at him! Tire him out!"
Each constable was a handpicked expert from Tan Yang City, with strengths ranging from first to second rank.
One after another, constables charged forward, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of Huang Yuzhen's shadow.
In just half a minute, eight lay dead in a pool of blood, motionless.
The remaining constables' hands shook so much they could barely hold their swords.
One, terrified, dropped his knife and turned to flee.
