Shen Qing gave a command, and the room instantly erupted into chaos.
Seeing their leader killed in the blink of an eye, the subordinates of the Eagle desperately tried to escape using all their might.
Unfortunately, the hunters guarding the door had already set a trap, and they ran straight into it.
The sound of traps snapping shut echoed continuously inside and outside the courtyard, mingling with screams, one after another.
Shen Qing shook the blood off his hand and strolled leisurely inside the room.
Anyone who lacked awareness and came too close to him was killed with a single touch.
Shen Qing's speed and ruthlessness in killing made the ruffians in the room shiver in fear.
In their eyes, killing people was no different from slaughtering chickens.
No, it was even simpler than slaughtering chickens.
There was no twist in this massacre. Shen Qing and his group mercilessly slaughtered all of the Eagle's subordinates.