A distance of three meters, for Luo Yao,
was but a mere instant.
When Luo Yao arrived right before Jia Xian,
the Blood-Patterned Wolf Fang he had prepared earlier was already resting against Jia Xian's neck.
Pfft!
Blood spattered.
A burst of blood mist sprayed from Jia Xian's neck.
In the next moment,
Jia Xian's head fell straight from his neck,
rolling noisily to the center of the hall.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this, all the soldiers inside the hall gasped in shock.
They had never expected that this ordinary-looking youth could be so formidable.
It only took a moment to kill a distinguished guest within the City Lord's Mansion.
"He killed... he killed our City Lord!"
Suddenly, the soldiers who had reacted charged towards Luo Yao.
Their weapons were raised high, chopping directly at Luo Yao's head.
However, the next moment,
when the soldiers reached Luo Yao,
they found their bodies suddenly paralyzed.
A faint chill was at their necks.
