Jiang Xinghai stepped into the Qiao Family's estate and locked the main gate behind him.
Before him, about seventeen or eighteen members of the Qiao Family were staring at him.
"You, what do you think you're doing?"
"Who are you? Why have you trespassed into our Qiao Family estate!"
"Don't you know the price for showing up here uninvited?!"
Seeing Jiang Xinghai's domineering entrance and how he'd cut down the guards on his way in, the family members who practiced Raising Gu were filled with murderous intent.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I'm here to send you to your graves!"
Jiang Xinghai glanced at the Qiao Family guards still charging toward him, and dozens of silver needles flashed from his hand once more.
He wasn't about to give these people a chance to use their Gu Technique.
Then, before the family members in the distance could react, he vanished.
"He's so fast!"
"He started killing the moment he walked through the door! Damn him!"
