The golden light that had been gathering strength was darting back and forth through the conference room.
Severed hands, feet, and heads flew into the air.
The white-haired elder was split from head to foot with a single blow, his body cleaving into two halves.
The few survivors roared and lashed out with their counterattacks.
——But Wu Xiaode had already changed his position, appearing behind one of them.
The Dream Blowing Blade was incomparably sharp, bisecting the man's waist with a slash, instantly cutting him in two.
The others immediately launched an attack at this man's back.
Wu Xiaode had already initiated a "side dodge," leaping into the air, his long blade sweeping forward.
A head soared into the sky.
This kind of fight was too despairing.
"Run!"
Someone howled, rushing toward the door.
