"Don't dirty the floor; cleaning is such a hassle," Qin Chuan said seriously. "Also, my wife used to get queasy at the sight of blood when she was younger; she couldn't even kill a chicken, so don't let her see any blood."
His voice was calm and indifferent.
Yet, undoubtedly, it was a death sentence for those Rakshasa assassins!
"Yes!"
The ghost-like figure nodded slightly and stood up, looking towards the black-clad assassins.
He moved.
Then, with a strike of his palm, one by one the black-clothed assassins fell to the ground, dead before they could even scream, eyes wide open in death....
They never dreamed that one day they would be effortlessly executed in front of someone, without even a chance to resist....
One by one, the bodies in black were thrown outside.
The door was closed once more!
There was not a drop of blood in the hall.