Dark moon, wild wind, perfect night for murder and arson.
Once darkness falls, every stray cat and dog, every ghost and demon comes crawling out.
With Yangg Yuhuan and Pan Jinlian's pinpointing, Qin Feng slipped behind the black-clad men like a phantom.
Whsshh—
The silver-blade saber thrust forward, blood erupted on the spot from a black-clad man, his body went limp, and he tumbled to the ground.
The others jumped, yelling, "He's here!"
"Surround him!"
"Form up!"
"..."
The remaining black-clad men reacted fast, lunging back and instantly boxing Qin Feng in.
Qin Feng held his long saber, grinned in the midst of the crowd: "Relax, call the rest of your brothers over, too!"
"You little punk, you got a death wish!"
"Kid, you're way too cocky!"
"..."
The black-clad men shot each other looks, then whipped out their contact whistles and blew loud and sharp.
Soon, all eighteen black-clad men from the west slope rushed over.
