Splatter!
In the teahouse, a mist of blood suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Right after, several people dressed in white lay fallen in a pool of blood.
Dead as can be.
"What... what's going on here!"
The martial artists watching the spectacle nearby were scared stiff at the sight.
"Where did these people come from! Is it ghosts!"
"No way it's ghosts; things of the martial arts world are beyond us! This must be the work of a powerful figure!"
The martial artists buzzed with discussion.
These people who appeared suddenly caused a storm within the teahouse.
In the crowded teahouse, not a single person noticed these uninvited guests!
If these were enemies, wouldn't they be killed without even knowing it?
Thinking about this, the martial artists felt a chill down their spines, their hearts filled with unease.
There was no surprise, except for Julius Reed and Iwan Martinez.
Even as the Nether Sovereign had prepped Julius beforehand, he still felt unexpected.
Strange!
