"Zhaang Ye!" Zhaang Fang strode back into the courtyard, his expression twisted with savagery. "Today, I'll see you dead!" As he spoke, he waved a hand at Zhaang Jin, Zhaang Huo, and Zhaang Dashu, roaring, "Together! Cripple him!"
Zhaang Ye gave a cold laugh. "What's this? The big talker can't beat me, so now you want to jump me?"
As he spoke, the Purple Copper Thick-Backed Saber on his back was suddenly in his hand. With the saber in his grasp, he channeled his True Qi, and the entire courtyard was instantly flooded with a sharp, cutting Saber Qi.
Zhaang Ye had killed dozens of men. When a man kills so often, he naturally develops a murderous aura. Now, that aura fused with his presence, and combined with the piercing Saber Qi, it instantly caused the color to drain from everyone's faces.
"A killer's aura!" Zhaang Fang's face darkened as he stared at Zhaang Ye. He waved a hand and commanded, "Let's go!"
