The Twelve had formed a semicircle and stood facing Su Xiao. No, they had already become the Eleven—the twelfth had just died.
"Sacrifice is glory!"
The eleven Saint Swordsmen roared in unison and charged at Su Xiao with their Knight Swords in hand.
Their footsteps were perfectly synchronized, making them look as though they were controlled by a single consciousness. In reality, this was caused by the connection between their holy powers.
The ground was covered in shattered glass. Iron boots stepped on it one after another, and the crisp sounds rang out without end.
Since they were indoors, the eleven Saint Swordsmen reached Su Xiao in just a few steps, and a storm of slashes came crashing down.
Clang! Clang!
Su Xiao raised his blade to block the two most dangerous strikes, then immediately sidestepped.
A Knight Sword cleaved down past Su Xiao's face, stirring his black hair. Under the moonlight, its edge gleamed coldly.
Having just dodged those three strikes, Su Xiao suddenly stepped forward, causing the remaining Knight Swords to miss completely.
With that step, Su Xiao was less than half a meter from one of the Saint Swordsmen in front of him. He could even smell the faint scent of blood on the man's body. It had probably been left behind while clearing out the manor's guards.
Because they were too close, slashing forward with his blade would not be wise. Su Xiao therefore raised his right arm and smashed down with the hilt of Dragon Slayer Flash.
Bang!
A dull impact rang out, accompanied by the faint sound of breaking bones.
The hilt of Dragon Slayer Flash slammed into a Saint Swordsman's neck, twisting it at an unnatural angle and dislocating his cervical vertebrae.
The Saint Swordsman showed signs of dizziness. Although he could still