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"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
A moment later, at the silent scene, there came a succession of subtle sounds.
Each sound stretched on, as if playing a strange and eerie tune.
And with those sounds, for all to see, a brilliant and dazzling fresh redness burst forth in front of the four or five dozen mercenaries behind Hong Ting...
It was a scene of blood dancing in the air.
In the blink of an eye, all of their wrists had been deeply plunged into by Su Chen's Duanxuan Sword.
Thereafter.
"Ting, ting, ting..."
Another round of crisp sounds followed, those of many rifles falling to the ground.
The whole process took, at most, about the duration of three breaths.
By the time Su Chen stopped, the most shocking thing was that from beginning to end, not to mention hitting Su Chen with a rifle, the four or five dozen mercenaries hadn't even managed to fire off a single shot.
