"What a pity, we return empty-handed. It's truly regrettable."
A group stood outside Meng Mansion, with Zhang Rongfang at the forefront, wearing a mask, and the torch in his hand crackling softly.
"Go." He tossed it forward.
The torch spun, tracing a yellow-red streak as it flew over the wall and into Meng Mansion.
"Make a move!!"
Suddenly, a shadowy figure in black leaped into the air, slashing the handle of the torch with a knife, sending it flying back over the wall, and landing outside the mansion.
After slashing the torch away, the figure tapped the top of the wall with his toes, using the momentum to swiftly charge toward Zhang Rongfang.
The speed of this body technique was astonishing, even Duan Valley couldn't react.
"Interesting." Zhang Rongfang tilted his head up, lunging forward suddenly, his right palm bounced up, muscles tensed in the palm, fingers like an eagle's claw, reaching forward to grab.
Clang!!
