Beneath the cold moonlight, the gate of the Sword Grade Pavilion swung open.
In front of the gate lay a corpse dressed exactly like the arrogant man surnamed Wang.
However, while Wang's body was robust and sturdy, the current corpse appeared shriveled and withered, as if all its vitality had been drained away.
Su Mo furrowed his brows, his gaze sweeping across the Sword Pavilion.
This was the first floor, and besides the corpse in front of him, there were shelves arranged around, one after another.
Su Mo had no idea what these shelves originally held.
But at this moment… what was displayed on these shelves were all human heads!
The heads were withered and shrunken, and judging from the cut marks, it was clear that they weren't severed with sharp weapons but forcibly pulled from the bodies.
"Punch Shakes the Southwest, Situ Xiong…
"Thunder Strike Sword, Chen Shi'an…
"Three fingers Sever the Plains, Chu Wanfeng…
