Three screams rang out simultaneously!
The three skilled fighters from the Demon Cult, who had just intervened, were wounded by Zhao Rong's slash to their wrists, still reeling in pain. Mr. Mo Da had struck with full force, and seizing the opportunity, he instantly killed two of them.
The slender sword, with a swift pivot, avoided the third person's dagger and lightly touched the vital point near his heart, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Swiftly withdrawing his sword, Mr. Mo Da leaped up and landed behind the remaining men in black from the Demon Cult.
The other four experts, along with that skilled fighter, were already terrified; their moves were ruthless, aiming for the vitals of the man in black before them.
Yet the man in black fought ferociously, both his offense and defense impeccable, his longsword gleaming cold and fast, fearlessly engaging in head-on combat.
They were both shocked and angered,
