chuachuachua——
In the blink of an eye, Huang Donglai had thrown back the eight hidden weapons he had just caught.
The hidden weapons thrown by the assassins were one thing, but those thrown by Huang Donglai were quite another...
Not to mention anything else, even the sound was different: the assassins' weapons made a "swish" sound, while Huang Donglai's were more of a "chuachua," showcasing the disparity in power.
Moreover, even setting aside internal strength, Huang Donglai's technique and skill with hidden weapons were far superior to that group, as the Huang Sect was unrivaled with such weapons, possessing unique secrets unknown to outsiders.
"Ah!"
"Ugh..."
"Ahh——"
In less than two seconds, screams and grunts rose and fell in the alley.
Five or six masked men attempting to approach from "above" all fell under Huang Donglai's barrage of hidden weapons, some even crashing into their comrades.
And things were even bloodier on Sun Yixie's end...
