Wang Tiandong watched, with eyes wide open, as Hao Pingyi was dismembered by Lin Twelve's consecutive slashes.
He initially felt an extreme terror, followed by a surge of intense rage and hatred.
"Roar!"
Wang Tiandong let out a roar like a wild beast, his eyes cracking open at the corners as he did so, causing trickles of fresh blood to spill down.
He knew that Hao Pingyi had taken the blows for him.
If Hao Pingyi hadn't come just now, the one to be killed by Lin Twelve's blade would have been him.
Wang Tiandong couldn't understand what sword technique Lin Twelve used to kill Hao Pingyi in the instant the light shone.
How could such a terrifying secret blade exist in this world?
This kid wasn't from any major clan, so where did he learn such a fearsome blade technique?
Wang Tiandong couldn't be bothered to think any longer; like a frenzied beast, he swung his mace at Lin Twelve in sheer instinct.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
