The slightly bald man staggered forward a few steps before collapsing onto the ground with a thud.
And he hit the ground hard.
Blood quickly spilled from his body.
Whoosh!
The men in sunglasses stopped dead in their tracks like they had hit the pause button, drenched in cold sweat as they stared at the slightly bald man's corpse.
Dead?
Just like that?
Shit, it takes more effort to squish an ant with my foot, and even that's not this fast!
The bronze sword was extremely sharp because it was forged by a master swordsmith; it did not stain with blood, so when it flew through the air, the blood on the blade was flung off.
It carved a beautiful arc as it flew back to Lin Baici's side.
Clap!
Lin Baici caught it with his hand and looked at the three men in sunglasses.
"Do you choose death or to cough up five hundred Meteorite Coins?"
