Shen Yanchuan immediately drew his sword and blocked the attack from behind!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sharp sound of impact rang out, scraping against the eardrums and sending a chill down one's spine!
Shen Yanchuan spun around with the momentum, and several throwing daggers fell to the ground before him.
He glanced down, noting the daggers were as thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly sharp. A faint blue glint on their tips revealed they were coated in poison.
'They're here to kill me.'
Shen Yanchuan lifted his gaze, his voice ice-cold. "You must have been waiting for quite some time. Why not show yourselves?"
After a moment of dead silence, a figure emerged noiselessly from the darkness.
Then a second, a third...
A quick glance revealed as many as nine people!
Some wore tight-fitting black clothes, others were dressed as prison guards, and two were even in prisoners' uniforms, their hair disheveled and their bodies covered in blood.
