Just then, Tan Mingbo fiercely pushed open the main door and rushed in with his sword drawn.
He then saw his own master, who was extremely powerful and seemingly invulnerable, lying in a pool of blood.
His throat was sliced, nearly half his neck cut through, eyes wide open in shock. His chest clothing was torn apart, and sunk in was a deep fist imprint.
Above the wall where his corpse lay was another shocking, person-shaped dent.
"I didn't see anything?"
Tan Mingbo said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and fear.
His honest face was covered with cold sweat.
His first instinct was to strike back; however, seeing the fate of his master, he lost all courage.
He wanted to turn and flee.
From the corner of his eye, he then noticed Junior Martial Sister Lin, who looked as innocent as a lamb, silently drawing her sword and blocking the door.
Her aura was harmonious, her intent to kill profound.