"Clang, clang, clang..."
"Crack..."
"Squelch..."
The crisp clash of blades, the crack of severed bones, and the spatter of blood as sharp weapons pierced flesh rang out without pause.
Lives were mercilessly reaped like stalks of straw...
The Gravekeeper strolled forward, his gaze sharp and his expression relaxed.
To him, this battle was merely a diversion from countless years of tedious contemplation.
Though he had agreed to help the Warden Clan, he still intended to choose his opponents carefully...
Not far ahead of him, Mingwei suddenly sprang forward.
The Ring Blade in her hand swept through a wide circle, then sliced toward a black-robed man's neck.
Mingwei's move was exquisitely deft. Not only did she evade the sword shadows the man unleashed, she also threw in a feint that led him to misjudge her attack!
In his panic, the black-robed member of the Warden Clan did not even know how to dodge.
"Swish..."
The Ring Blade skimmed lightly across his neck. Before any blood could linger on its edge, the man toppled backward, face up.
Her previous Ring Blade had been cut in two by Bai Shehuan while she was saving Luo Zheng, forcing her to switch weapons.
"A Ring Blade? The Wa Clan?"
At the sight of the Ring Blade in Mingwei's hand, the Gravekeeper's gaze flickered.
It was a distinctive weapon, and very few people were skilled in its use. In the Gravekeeper's memory, only a small number of women in the Wa Clan excelled at wielding such weapons.
The most famous Ring Blade in the Wa Clan was called the Descent Ring, and it was renowned even in the Mother World.
More importantly, the skill Mingwei had just displayed had caught his attention.
"Whoosh!"
Without much deliberation, the Gravekeeper chose Mingwei as his opponent. He pushed off