A Child Jumped over the Wall

"Kill!"

The cry to kill rang out from all directions in the little alley. Countless people surged toward Fan Xian, who was standing in the center. The wave of people advanced. It was like a river meeting an unyielding boulder with water spraying in all directions. The sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh ran out in people's ears. The four people in the lead fell down like wooden blocks.

They fell holding their throats as fresh blood endlessly poured out.

A black dagger had appeared in Fan Xian's hand. There were a few drops of dark blood on the lightless blade.

The killing of a few people was not enough to push back everyone's attack. There was not even a pause in the soldiers' attacks. Once again, they flowed over Fan Xian.