Chapter 155
Seemingly, nobody took note of Cheng Dalei's striking posture. Blood did not scare the desperate and wicked; they rushed over like a swarm of bees, bellowing, "Kill, kill!"
"Damn it!" Cheng Dalei cursed. "Those who block my way shall die!"
The sword is drawn, straightforward and fatal, piercing throats.
The same spot, the same bright red blood, the same lingering look of death. The hollow eyes are filled with terror, as if questioning: Can any sword in the world be any faster?
If Cheng Dalei knew the question in their hearts, he would kindly tell them: Yes, there is.
Because this is only the first move, and Cheng Dalei is only a beginner.
When the sword is drawn, it seldom misses. Cheng Dalei thrusts his sword six times consecutively, each thrust sealing a throat.
