C392 A God of Slaughter

Years later, the people of the mansion would never forget this scene—stunning and fierce, like a nightmare. Yan Xiuchuan's right hand sliced through the air like a blade, unleashing a powerful gust that surged toward the pavilion with the force of a storm.

The archers on the upper floor were stunned, frozen in place until one of them cried out, snapping them back to reality