Clang! A saber light tore through the sky like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens.
The leader in black could only see a beam of dazzling white light.
"Who exactly are you?" he muttered to himself as the long saber above his head broke into two. Following this, blood appeared between his brows and spread continuously like ink-stained paper.
Then he crashed to the ground, dead.
"He's really weak," Zhou Shu mumbled.
If the leader hadn't already died, he would definitely have vomited blood from anger. You've already killed me, and you still call me weak?
Zhou Shu threw the badly damaged Huben Saber on the ground and looked at the corpses on the ground. Only then did he feel his lungs churning.
It had only been a short while since Cheng Yong's group left. They probably hadn't even reached the capital yet.
Had I known these men in black were so weak, I wouldn't have gotten them to leave first.
