Chapter 394

If Theophilus dared to resist, they would immediately shoot to cripple his legs, then deal with the consequences.

A loud bang sounded!

Theophilus suddenly surged forward like an arrow cutting through the wind, so fast it was almost unbelievable.

In a flash.

The wind whistled as Theophilus's body darted among the men like a ghost, swiping a guard's knife and wielding it with a cold gleam.

Then, one could only see the flashes of the blade swiftly cutting through the air like lightning, leaving everyone dazed.

Thump!

Thump!

The sounds of agonizing screams.

The crazily sweeping bright knife blades, each strike shedding fresh blood, made everyone shudder at the sight!

In less than a minute, over twenty black-clad guards with knives lay on the ground, blood oozing everywhere, their bodies twitching.

He held the knife in his hand, sparing neither human nor ghost!

Theophilus held a blood-stained knife, his col