Drip, drip… Blood dripped from the blade.
A flash of white light shimmered, the blood forced back, leaving the blade once again clean.
An Jing sheathed his sword.
The Mysterious Iron long sword, forged with Tianyuan realm's industrial skills, was unimaginably high-quality, having decapitated so numerous heads and shattered so many weapons, yet not a single edge was nicked.
Perhaps the weapons forged by the great craftsmen of the Embracing the Void realm could outperform it, but surely they were not as affordable.
Meanwhile, centered around An Jing, the bodies of twenty-eight people from the four squads lay on the ground, encased in the frosty wind.
At this moment, all the Demon Sect guards guarding outside had met their ends, with no one left to stop him from advancing step by step towards the Chongyi Building.