The group of bodyguards wasted no time. Folded knives snapped open in every hand, their blades flashing with a chilling, steely gleam.
In a single instant, dozens of blades lunged simultaneously toward Ye Tianming.
Accustomed to acting with absolute tyranny, killing people was as effortless to them as slaughtering chickens. They couldn't even be bothered to use any specific techniques against this seemingly unremarkable Ye Tianming.
Chapter 57