Chu Xisheng's "Rune Blood Refining Blade" had already been sheathed.
Many beheld a scene where his sword seemed never drawn, merely a stride forward, and five bodies had already fallen to the ground, lifeless.
From a distance, Lu Chen and others wore solemn expressions, each gripping their weapons in silent contemplation.
Chu Xisheng's swordplay was fast, frighteningly so, beyond their expectations.
They could press on with the attack, but the cost would be unimaginably brutal.
One misstep and they themselves could die by Chu Xisheng's hand.
The Corpse Dog Li Manshan clenched his gold-threaded boxing gloves tightly then relaxed his grip.
He was eager to test Chu Xisheng's blade, to see to what realm his sword skill had reached, potentially honing his own fist technique and martial intent in the process.
But the timing was not right.
