Hēifēng's voice was like ice shards laced with poison, scraping painfully against the eardrums. "Young Master Ye, what a brilliant display! However, tonight's good show is about to come to an end. My young master invites you; this time, don't even think about escaping!"
Before his voice had even faded, dozens of men in dark, tight-fitting clothes behind him stepped forward in unison. The gleaming sabers in their hands cast a chilling light under the moonlight, and an aura of murderous intent instantly filled the entire courtyard.
The presence of these men was far more ferocious than ordinary city guards; they were clearly the death squads raised by Zhao Wuji, each exuding the ruthless desperation of outlaws. The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly grew tense to the extreme!
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