Qiu Wen, with swift and calculated moves, knocked down more than ten people to the ground.
The ten people lying on the ground cried out in pain, their injuries were severe, and none of them had the strength to stand up again.
Ji Shaoyang was utterly terrified, his face pale like iron, with not a trace of color, even his teeth were chattering.
"My god!"
"Her combat prowess is so strong, how can she be so strong!"
"Effortlessly making ten masters fall injured to the ground, we've never seen someone so formidable."
The others beside Ji Shaoyang were filled with apprehension, their blood ran cold all of a sudden.
To prevent any unforeseen events, Ji Haoran had laid out the assassination plot with ample manpower.
Right beside Ji Shaoyang, there were about thirty people, indicating Ji Haoran's determination for a kill on the target.
