A cloaked figure fell!
"Not good!"
The remaining cloaked figures were suddenly terrified.
This was too terrifying; one strike had killed one of their own. With so few of them, how could they withstand several more strikes?
They wanted to escape, but it was already too late.
Meng Chong swung his sword consecutively, landing six slashes and cutting down six Grandmaster Martial Artists.
After finishing the killings, Meng Chong excitedly searched the bodies, pocketing their money bags before his Sword Intent swept over, grinding the corpses into dust.
"How dare you!"
An angry roar echoed from the skies.
The Great Grandmaster was horrified. The six Grandmaster Martial Artists, like cabbages, had been slaughtered by that bald brute, with one stroke each!
They had no power to resist!
These were Grandmaster Martial Artists. Cultivating one required a lot of resources, and indeed, those who reached Grandmaster status could not be lacking in talent!
