"You, come with me."
Jian Wushuang ordered, looking down at the bald man who was kneeling in front of him. He glanced at the young men and women behind him and said to them, "As for you, go back where you came from and be careful not to get caught again."
As soon as he had said this, Jian Wushuang took the bald man in one hand and set off, leaving the young men and women and the dead bodies behind.
"Dead, my brother, the devils from the Blood Clothing Sect are all dead," said the little girl who was being held by her brother.
"Yes, they are all dead," a dirty young man wrapped in an animal skin said. His eyes were shining. "It was that man, the lord, who killed them.
"He killed all the devils from the Blood Clothing Sect in seconds. What a top-notch expert. And it appears that he is going looking for trouble with the master of the Blood Clothing Sect."
"The master of the Blood Clothing Sect? The demon?" The girl was stunned.