A throng of people bustled about inside the thatched hut, causing a commotion. When Xiao Yu saw Su Miaoyan, she trembled even more violently, cowering in the corner like a wounded lamb, crying and pleading, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'll be good! Please don't hit me, wuu wuu..."
Xiao Yu clenched the belly band in his hand while fury flashed in his eyes, his voice as cold as ice, "Kill them."
The assassin immediately took action, a sword thrust through the throat, sword moves whirling, three men drenched in blood collapsed on the spot.
The village head and others were also knocked down by the powerful surge of the assassin's inner strength, dizzy and disoriented. When they managed to stand up, they were so shocked they couldn't finish their sentences, "You... you... you..."
"The village head, this person is too strong! Ah Niu, Da Huang... they're all dead!"
Several young men tremblingly helped the village head up, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the assassin.
