The scimitar that was knocked away by Yan Liqiang's spear flew at lightning speed. Like a chakram, it slit the throats of those Shatu warriors in the hall. Before those Shatu warriors could react, the scimitar had slit four of their allies' throats. Blood spurted out, dyeing the platform into a bloody canvas…
Although the scimitar flew at a high speed, Yan Liqiang wasn't slow either. When the scimitar flew out, Yan Liqiang's figure zoomed up to the platform from below. With an angry bellow, he shook the spear in his hands and lunged at Elder Gezong of the Great Moon Tribe.
"AHH…!" Elder Gezong was nearly scared out of his wits when he realized that Yan Liqiang was already in front of him with his spear coming directly at his throat in just the blink of an eye. At this point, it was already too late for him to run. Watching the spear closing in on him, Elder Gezong instinctively tried to deflect it with his longsword.
