Sword Saint, not a muscle moved!
Even on his face, not a hint of turmoil!
It was as if the life or death of his disciple had nothing to do with him!
In fact, in the face of a 100-billion bounty, it seemed like disciples really meant nothing!
He was even taking a keen interest in watching a good show!
It can only be said that this is the world of the strong, cold-hearted everywhere!
"You must not have been taught this move by your master, so allow me to teach you today," he said.
Oliver Walker swung his sword down upon the disciple. "This move is called, with your own sword, to take your wretched life!"
As his words fell, the blade cut through the neck that nervously gulped saliva.
"Whoosh..."
With a burst of blood spurting out, the disciple, whose strength was not lesser than that of Lucas Davis, lay dead on the ground!
In the eyes of a true powerhouse, any level is but an insignificant bug!
