The three black-clothed men charging from the front bore the brunt and were hit by the violent thunder, letting out screams.
Their protective defense and armor shattered in an instant, unable to withstand the powerful thunder and lightning.
Boom!
Soon after, the bodies of the three also exploded.
The blood mist in the air had yet to dissipate, but Lin Xuan's figure had vanished.
With a flicker, Lin Xuan arrived in front of the other two black-clothed martial artists, turned his five fingers into claws, grabbed the two's heads, and forcefully collided them together.
Bang!
Like a watermelon cracking open, blood splattered.
In an instant, several black-clothed men died, leaving only one remaining.
At this moment, the two maids who previously brewed tea shouted, swiftly pulling out thin swords from their storage rings and stabbing at Lin Xuan.
The angles of these two swords were extremely tricky, aiming directly at Lin Xuan's vital spots.
