"Fire Scale Solar Eclipse."
Having made up his mind to seize the letters Fan Qinghui had written to Xie Hui, Duan Lang no longer hesitated. He unleashed the final move of the Solar Eclipse Swordplay. In an instant, countless crimson sword gleams appeared out of thin air before him, sweeping forward in a fan shape toward the seven men. In the blink of an eye, all seven were engulfed.
Several screams rang out. When the sword gleams faded, the seven men lay on the ground, covered in sword wounds. Duan Lang did not even spare them a glance. His figure immediately shot toward Xie Hui like a ghost.
"Protect the Fort Lord!"
Xie Hui's personal guards at the gate immediately roared and charged at Duan Lang, trying to stop him. At the same time, the gates ahead slowly began to close.
Duzun Fort was like a small imperial city—a small fortress. Its walls were towering and solid, and once its heavy, sturdy bronze gates were shut, with the defenders inside properly prepared, it would ordinarily be extremely difficult to breach.
Xie Hui's earlier mistake had been failing to regard Duan Lang as an enemy on the level of an army. Coupled with his rage clouding his mind, he had rushed out at once. Had he been allowed to prepare, Duan Lang would have had no way to deal with him unless he unleashed his true strength.
But that was only natural. After all, Duan Lang was not a Grandmaster, and this had been a surprise attack. Unless Xie Hui could foresee the future, there was no way he could have prepared in advance.
It was like when Shen Fei had led Zhu Yuyan and the others from the Yin Kui Sect into the heart of the Dugu Clan. Other than