"Baga, what are you waiting for, kill him!" Hou Xinchang endured the sharp pain and roared viciously.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
A faint tearing sound of wind rang out as three throwing knives flew out from the crowd, all shooting toward the same target—Lin Tian.
Lin Tian's expression didn't change. His hand flipped and a few coins appeared, about to be flicked out, but someone moved even faster. Ling Zishan flicked her finger and three sky-cyan Sword Qi blades appeared, instantly shooting down the three hidden weapons.
She lifted her hand again and another three streaks of Sword Qi shot out, accurately piercing into three spots in the crowd. Three miserable screams rang out, the crowd stirred in panic and hastily backed away, and three people appeared in everyone's line of sight.
Three young men, short in stature, lay on the ground. Blood flowed from each of their feet; just like Hou Xinchang, all three had their right foot crippled.
