Tang Fan's body was already exuding sword energy, and the three-color light of the Sanhe Sword became increasingly cold.

When Tang Fan took a step, Heita's men took a step back and went straight to Tang Fan to the door. They had already retreated outside the door, with only Xiang Butterfly still blocking Tang Fan's way.

"I don't want to kill women, especially fragrant women..."

Tang Fan raised his hand and put his arm around Xiangdie's shoulders, pulled her gently, and pushed her behind him.

"Master Long, if you just leave like this, then..."

"Just because I don't want to kill women doesn't mean I will never kill them!"

Tang Fan suddenly turned around, like a vicious wolf staring at the fragrant butterfly.

The fragrant butterfly trembled with fright and did not dare to speak.

Tang Fan took a step and walked out of the box door.

"If you take one step forward, I...I won't be polite!"

Black Tower's men shouted with trembling voices.

"Then I'll give you a pleasure!"

Tang Fan raised his hand and shook, and the three-combination sword flew out. The three-color sword light emitted a fan-shaped luster. The cold light did not dissipate, and the head fell to the ground.

The person in front of him was already dead before he could see clearly how Tang Fan acted.

Tang Fan looked like he had chopped down a swarm of flies, expressionless, and continued walking with Xi Yue in his arms.

"You killed so many of my people and then left like this?"
Chapter completed!