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Whoosh!
The sound of the wind blew past, bringing with it sheets of yellow sand that shattered the silence before Yellow Stone City.
Yet no one dared to make a sound, let alone speak; naturally, no one dared to answer Zhou Heng's "question."
Because the blood-drenched longsword still hovered in the air, with the head of the bandit who had been shouting earlier skewered on it, eyes bulging outward as if they could fall from their sockets at any moment.
Those eyes were filled with a mixture of horror, fear, and disbelief, delivering a massive shock to the gang of bandits, some of whom, being less courageous, even fell off their horses.
Everyone present, whether it was Jiang Yuying and the defenders of Yellow Stone City or the bandits who had come to besiege and plunder, were shocked as they looked towards Zhou Heng.
Sword control from the air, beheading at a distance!
Such techniques, such martial arts... Was this really martial arts?
It was simply too inconceivable?!
