"Tiandaohui!!"

Bang!

The token in his hand was crushed to pieces in an instant, and a cold murderous intent flashed in Lin Mang's eyes.

There are three innates, and one of them is a mid-term innate. It is absolutely impossible for the Zhou family alone to send out three innates.

He let go of his palm, and the broken iron in his hand fell to the ground. Lin Mang murmured: "I'm afraid you didn't expect that this time would fail, right?"

The man with the gun was searched, but what he found this time was a cold iron token.

"The Gate of Thousand Kills!"

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen the records in the Jinyiwei Hundred Household Case File Library.

The Wansha Sect is a killer organization that is famous in the world and has branches all over the world.

But in his memory, the Ten Thousand Killing Sect was founded by the Japanese prostitute Black Dujuan who came to the Central Plains, specifically to massacre the martial arts people in the Central Plains.

At this time, Wang Dasheng limped over from a distance, dragging his knife.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Lin Mang looked down at the casually bandaged wound on his leg, sighed softly, and asked, "How are the others?"

Wang Dasheng's face froze, and he said with a pitiful expression: "Two are disabled, and three are killed."

Lin Mang didn't say anything more, he just ordered: "Wrap the heads of these people and take them away."

I looked up at the darkened sky, with flying snow falling on my forehead, giving me a slight chill.

The moment he lowered his head, there was an icy cold light in his eyes...
Chapter completed!