Lin Fei's silhouette swiftly landed on the ground. The masked, black-clad men who hadn't been struck by arrows immediately drew their daggers, roaring as they charged at Lin Fei.
The gleam of blades flashed by, cold sparks flying everywhere.
The masked, black-clad men all swung their blades down at Lin Fei simultaneously.
Whoosh.
Lin Fei's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
All of the masked, black-clad men had bewildered and stunned expressions: Where did he go?
How did he suddenly vanish?
Just as these masked, black-clad men were still in shock, Lin Fei's figure suddenly appeared behind them.
His palms struck out simultaneously, as fast as lightning, hitting the backs, shoulders, and the back of the heads of each masked, black-clad man...
Under his double palm strikes, the bones of those hit made cracking sounds, cries of agony sounded one after another, and they flew out like scattered autumn leaves.
