Boom!
Ethan Smith's enormous figure vanished into nothingness, and a cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
A wound the size of an arm appeared on his chest, showing the severe damage caused solely by sword qi.
The youth took a step forward, gripping the sword hilt horizontally.
He swept the sword in a horizontal arc, striking with a flash of sparks.
The speed was almost instantaneous, and Ethan barely managed to raise both of his hands before his body was sent flying by the terrifying slash.
His hands were nearly cut off, and at this moment his body was dripping with blood, as a huge force blasted him away.
The youth walked over and stepped on Ethan's chest.
"Let me search him first, his cultivation skill doesn't seem to be of evil origin."
Uncle Duncan spoke up.
"No need, better to kill a thousand wrongly than miss one."
The youth spoke indifferently, looking at Ethan as one would a mere ant.
The Executioner Sword was held upright, then it slashed down.
