"Wah..."
The cry suddenly rang out, then was quickly muffled.
"Who's there?"
The footsteps on the street suddenly halted, and someone shouted angrily:
"Come out!"
"Bang!"
The wooden door outside was smashed open, and a dense killing intent spread in all directions.
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, flipped over and rushed towards the rear window, where the courtyard wall was already collapsed, revealing a man and a woman holding a baby, fleeing in panic.
It was a young couple, with terror written all over their faces.
"Trying to escape?"
The roar rapidly approached, a figure leaped over the rooftop, arm slightly vibrating, sending several black streaks shooting towards them.
"Ding..."
Fang Zheng swung his saber, and the black streak fell to the ground, revealing its true form, a flying saber as thin as a cicada's wing.
On the other side.
"Ah!"
