Lu Wufei finally understood at this point, and sighed, "So it's the misfortune of war..."
After speaking,
He raised his hand and drew the long sword from his waist, then hurled it forward.
The long sword, swift as an arrow leaving the bow, pierced straight through the chests of the eerie-faced soldiers who targeted the refugees.
Then came the second...
The third...
The fourth...
By the fifth, the soldier, having seen his men fall wordlessly from their horses, finally spotted the fleeting white phantom. His face turned pale with fear as he tried to yank his horse around to flee.
But the streak of the sword was faster, cutting him down in a blink as his hand closed around the reins.
The white light rushed towards him.
His figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.
All he felt was a violent palpitation in his chest, then everything went dark before his eyes, falling from the horse unconscious.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..."
