"A fool who doesn't know life from death."
Watching the black-clad figures pounce towards him, Mu Qingchuan sneered disdainfully. With a slight shake of his arm, three golden copper coins shot out from his hand, breaking through the air at extreme speed, almost turning into a golden line in the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground, the three black-clad figures didn't even have the chance to react before their throats were pierced through, dead beyond a doubt.
"Mu Qingchuan, how dare you? You all, kill the girl and Lin Yafei, leave Mu Qingchuan to me."
Upon witnessing this scene, the scarred man roared in anger and lunged at Mu Qingchuan. With a shake of his hands, several segments of a broken spear appeared in his grasp. A quick flick later, it transformed into an iron spear that spiraled towards Mu Qingchuan's throat.
"Whoosh!"
