Within the Qi Mansion, chaos reigned.
Like headless flies.
Immediately, Su Mo halted his steps, about to give chase.
But suddenly, he heard the sound of wind slicing through the air. When he looked up, more than ten black-clad figures were already leaping into the sky.
What they held in their hands was an extremely peculiar curved blade.
Rather than a curved blade, it would be better described as a sickle.
The arc was extremely exaggerated.
At this moment, as the blades unfurled, they vaguely enveloped Su Mo within the arc of the blade, only needing a slight misstep to take one's head.
However, this tactic was of no significance to Su Mo.
His feet shifted with a footwork technique, and a fierce wind arose in response.
The black-clad men who were about to approach Su Mo immediately lost their formation.
The next moment, a series of bangs could be heard echoing continuously.
It was as if the fierce wind had grown legs.
