Ye Chen surged forward like a streak of light. With his full prowess as a Peak of Huajing Grandmaster deployed, the dozen or so heavily armed mercenaries had no inkling of his presence.
He slipped quietly behind them, a flash of cold light from his hand slicing directly through their throats.
Before the dozen men could even let out a scream, the majority had been dealt with by Ye Chen, leaving only one man left, groaning on the ground. As for the others, they lay motionless, already corpses.
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