Soon after, a group of masked martial arts experts burst into the inn like specters emerging from the Nine Nether Hell, their figures flickering as they moved.
They were dressed in black outfits, their black attire like an endless abyss wrapping tightly around them, revealing only pairs of cold and fierce eyes that glinted with a bloodthirsty glow, like hungry wolves in the cold night.
Their blades flashed with a chilling cold light in the dim glow, foretelling the imminent slaughter.
Gugela, Xie Wen, and the others instantly became alert, their muscles tensed, ready for battle.
Shi Feiyang's eyes blazed like torches, an unwavering determination evident in his gaze as he shouted, "Who dares to be so impudent as to intrude upon our resting place under the bright heavens? Do you truly think that I, Shi Feiyang, am a pushover to be toyed with?"
