What exactly died?
Ji Qiang retreated to the bedside, his eyes still filled with panic.
He could confirm that these people were not dead when Zhang Hua's arm was chopped off.
Then what exactly died?
After Bai Xiaofan picked up the Jinghong Sword, didn't he just leave with that woman?
"Second Young Master, let's leave this room; I estimate that the people from Longying will be arriving soon!"
Now regaining his senses from his grief, Zhang Hua stopped the bleeding from his left shoulder, picked up his severed arm, and came to Ji Qiang's side, speaking in a low voice.
"Zhang... Master Zhang, they are all dead!"
Ji Qiang, leaning on the bed for support, managed to stand up and pointing at the bodyguards who had died inexplicably, he said to Zhang Hua.
"Mm, I know. When Bai Xiaofan picked up my Jinghong Sword, he unleashed an invisible Sword Qi. It was this Sword Qi that killed these people!"
Zhang Hua showed no hint of surprise at Ji Qiang's words and spoke with calm assurance.
