Kapitel 97: Massacre

In the crowd, An Dong lowered his head in shame. If something happened to him, his family might not survive. He felt that he had made the right choice.

However, when he saw that petite figure appear, it was as if he felt a slap on his face.

For the first time, Shen Yijia moved with the intent to kill. She killed someone every strike. Her speed was so fast that no one had a chance to react. It was like cutting wheat. Soon, a large group of people fell.

The remaining people had long wanted to retreat. They took several steps backward and looked at Shen Yijia, who was walking towards them, in fear.

Shen Yijia did not intend to let them off. Her face and body were covered in blood. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and she was still smiling. She looked like a demon that had crawled out of hell, but she did not let a single drop fall on the man behind her.