Tang Yi charged head on!
In his hand, the Nameless Sword's light twinkled, bringing forth a string of bright red blood.
The first to engage had half a palm sheared off in an instant, his longsword clattering to the ground.
Followed by the second, the third, the fourth... the ninety-ninth!
Tang Yi, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, was surrounded by people without a single gap.
From a distance, one could only see the crowd churning, blades and swords casting shadows.
And Tang Yi, slicing through the throng with unstoppable force, left none who could stand against him.
As the sword's gleam flashed by, continuous screams filled the air.
Tang Yi didn't kill; he merely cleaved off the palms of his foes with ease, as if chopping vegetables.
For life, they were doomed to be disabled, unable to ever wield a blade to take another life.
Tang Yi didn't want to kill either, worried that excessive ferocity might force Wang Hongxin's hand.
