Swoosh!
Sword light flashed by, swift as lightning, trailing a dazzling tail across the sky.
The martial artist's head flew off, spurting a column of blood.
Another martial artist had already run a hundred meters away, confident he could escape the area.
Suddenly, a chill ran through his back, and a piercing pain followed.
"No, it can't be!"
The martial artist slowly lowered his head, eyes filled with disbelief.
Through his left chest, a keen cold gleam protruded.
Chatter chatter!
A snow-white figure flashed, as a little monkey with an Autumn Trace dagger in hand kept hopping around, eyes full of disdain.
Boom!
The martial artist fell to the ground, dead, never believing a monkey could kill him.
"Let's go." Lin Xuan beckoned, calling back the snow-white monkey, then transformed into a streak of sword light and swiftly left the place.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Not long after Lin Xuan had left, Fang Qiming and others arrived at the location.
