"Lord Moria!" Perona, Absalom, and the other loyal subordinates were terrified out of their wits.
"Hmph!" At the critical moment, Moria swung his scissors back with all his strength, blocking the slash of sword light. But he had not gathered enough force in his haste and was sent flying by the attack, crashing through the masts of two ships before coming to a stop.
The figure landed—it was Smoky.
The combined strike of the two Sweet Commanders immediately drove back Moria, one of the Star Alliance's top commanders. In an instant, many people realized that the strength held by a Four Emperors crew far exceeded their expectations.
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"Lord Moria!" Many people cried out. They had clearly seen that slash strike Moria in the chest. As for whether he had suffered a fatal wound, no one could tell.
"What are you shouting for? Laozi isn't dead yet!" Moria climbed to his feet, his chest aching terribly. If he had not blocked Smoky's sword aura at the crucial moment, his chest would probably have been shredded apart by it.
"Hmph! You're really tough, aren't you?" Smoky sneered. Her long, beautiful legs swayed gracefully as the weapon in her hand turned into a whirlwind. She charged fiercely into the crowd, unleashing a powerful storm of attacks.
Pfft!
A dazzling sword light flashed. The sounds of flesh being sliced apart came one after another, and a spray of blood shot high into the air. More than a dozen people were cut in two by Smoky's single slash.
Corpses mixed with blood, chunks of flesh, organs, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground. The Star Alliance members stared in horror at the beautiful woman with refined features and merciless methods, retreating step by