In the courtyard, Wang Longhu's body was now riddled with wounds, covered with the blood marks left by sharp weapons, and his clothes soaked in blood as it dripped and spread in the rainwater.
It had only been seven or eight minutes, and now the courtyard was filled with bodies, with no less than thirteen or fourteen people lying on the ground, their blood mixed with rainwater flowing out of the courtyard and down the steps, a truly tragic scene.
Wang Longhu initially managed to remain calm, but as his injuries worsened, his anger gradually took over. His moves were fierce and aggressive, annihilating his opponents with his martial skills, leaving no good outcome for the martial artists who faced him.
Even if someone broke down in battle and tried to escape, they couldn't outrun Wang Longhu's pursuit with his lightweight skill. Within just a few steps, he caught up and, with just a few moves, ended their lives with his fists and palms.
