Chapter 455 The Face Beneath the Mask

"Hiss ..." The horse's neighing sound came to an abrupt end, followed by the horse, which had originally raised its front hooves, straightening up and kneeling down.

Liangsheng raised his little head in uncertainty, while Yan Mor Calamity frowned.

"With a whoosh, a sharp arrow cut through the night and flew straight towards the carriage.

The coachman was so scared that his legs went weak and he fell straight off the carriage.

In the carriage, Yan Mor Calamity's eyes flashed as he waved his hand to knock out the sharp arrow, then directly swept Liang Sheng and flew out of the carriage.

The two had just landed on their feet when a group of black-clothed men surrounded them.

Yan Mor Calamity narrowed his eyes, his indifferent eyes gently swept over the group of black-clothed men, and finally his eyes stopped on the black-clothed leader at the very front.

The black-clothed leader raised his chin condescendingly and glanced at Yan Mor Calamity wi