"Bang!"
Before Liu Wang could think further, that fair palm transformed into a long knife and struck down on his head.
Liu Wang couldn't dodge; his speed was far too slow, he could only grit his teeth and attempt to block defensively.
But all defenses, in the hands of the figure in white, were as fragile as thin paper, bound to shatter instantly upon contact.
"Sizzle!"
Blood splattered from Liu Wang's body as he was cleaved into two halves.
Su Han waved his hand, taking the storage bag, and then provocatively glanced at Lii Sheng in the screen before killing another person.
Ten minutes later, most of the Flowing Snow Sect disciples in the entire canyon had been slaughtered.
Some managed to escape, but they were few; it could be said they were lucky that Su Han didn't decide to completely annihilate them.
Meanwhile, those miners who had always been working trembled in fear, worried that Su Han would turn on them as well.
"Don't be afraid."