"Ah!" A series of painful cries exploded before the death of four or five men. Laughing, Zhan Beiye dragged his sword along as he walked away.
However, in the trap behind him, rose a figure that soundlessly jabbed his sword toward Zhan Beiye's back.
Gu Lingfeng had stripped off his golden armor in a second and kicked a corpse down, effectively using it as a stepping stone to exit the trap.
Without turning his head, Zhan Beiye clapped his wider than usual sword onto the ground, causing leaves and dust to roll up with a big gust of wind. Gu Lingfeng's eyes narrowed as he sucked in a breath, subconsciously stepping back. Suddenly, he felt a sharp blast of wind being generated amid the gust, and it was coming for him at full speed and without a sound.
