The Strange Dagger wielded, everything, man and horse, shattered.
It was never merely talk, but a description of reality.
Taotie, with a single blade, left a trail where blood splattered everywhere. Before the Pawnshop's thugs could even fire their guns, they were bisected at the waist by Taotie's sweeping strike—a half-body corpse, not yet fully dead, crawled a few steps on the ground before the blood drained completely.
Facing a ferocious beast like Taotie, the remaining few were terrified out of their wits, trembling like sieves, their feet pooling a yellow liquid that emitted a foul odor.
Taotie frowned, displaying a look of disgust.
A single move of Night Battle Eight Directions Hidden Blade Style, the gleaming blade of the Strange Dagger cutting through the air, sent several heads flying into the sky, the headless bodies twitching as they fell, blood spurting from their necks and pooling on the ground.
"Pah!"
Taotie spat out a mouthful of spit.
