Yuan Tang had not expected that before he could catch his breath, half of the assassins opposite him had fallen.
Impossible?
Could this girl really fight like that?
Gu Jiao was using a stick, no blood was shed, only knocking people unconscious and toppling them, using the moves old Marquis taught her before he left.
She hadn't expected them to be so effective.
The old man was pretty formidable.
She was formidable too.
"Wow, at this rate, do I even need to lift a finger?" Yuan Tang crossed his arms, feeling that this girl could probably take down everyone by herself.
The very next second, Yuan Tang realized he had celebrated too soon.
"Stop! Or I'll kill him!"
Along with a sharp and fierce shout, a masked man in black, holding a sword to Liu Yisheng's neck, stepped forward.
Yuan Tang's eyes darkened.
Cousin!
Gu Jiao flung one of the men in black she had in hand and looked indifferently towards Liu Yisheng and the masked man, a dangerous glint flashing through her eyes.