Ye Fan stood in the darkness, quietly observing everything in the courtyard. The tall figure with gray hair reaching the ground was as strong as an iron mountain, yet moved silently like a ghost, swift in action.
Heading straight to my house, its purpose is very clear...
The front yard was filled with shouts and cries. Numerous figures rushed into the sky only to be mercilessly struck down, blood splattering everywhere.
Ye Fan was startled. The intruder was too powerful. He held his breath and hid in the shadows, quietly observing.
The sound of footsteps approached, and a female disciple from Jade Lake rushed into the courtyard. The nearby door creaked open, and Li Desheng, his face pale, rushed out as if he had found a lifeline. He lived in the same courtyard.
BANG!
Ye Fan's room was directly smashed apart. The window lattices shattered, beams snapped, and debris flew everywhere. A gray figure stood amidst the dust and debris, like a demonic wall.
