Eighteen Claws of the Golden Eagle

"All right!" The others all nodded.

Though Ling Han was the "culprit", Sima Huai had acted as an accomplice, so he naturally could not be spared either.

Ling Han laughed loudly, and said to Sima Huai, "How is it? I said your acting was too exaggerated, right?"

Meanwhile, Sima Huai sighed. He felt that he was very engrossed in his performance.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! The people in the surroundings had already moved, attacking Ling Han and Sima Huai in unison.

"Sigh, why do you all insist on courting death?" Sima Huai asked calmly. His figure suddenly charged out, as elegant as a ghost. Pu, pu, pu! He shuttled freely through the crowd, and saw streaks of blood spray out. All of them had their heads plucked off, and collapsed dead on the ground.

He killed a dozen over people consecutively, yet there was not a single trace of blood on him. He was elegant and confident.