Upon hearing the four sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh, everyone's expressions changed.
The eight members of Qin Tian were deeply annoyed, their faces showing pain, and their eyes toward Wang Yan were filled with grief and anger.
Meanwhile, Fatty Pig burst into laughter: "Hahaha, truly can't withstand a single blow. So weak, pretending to be big and bad just now."
The mercenary leader felt a moment of relief; he hadn't anticipated Wang Yan could be killed so easily. But thinking about it, his four subordinates were top fighters who could each face a hundred opponents; all four attacking at once, and from behind—if Wang Yan couldn't be killed, it would indeed be a joke.
However, the next moment, everyone sensed something amiss, because Wang Yan was still standing there, his expression calm, showing no pain at all.
And the four mercenaries who attempted to ambush Wang Yan also maintained their previous posture, their expressions unchanged.
