The Unlucky Fang Che

Fang the Butcher began killing inward from the edge of the city in the direction he had chosen at random.

All the villains along the way were swept away.

But Fang the Butcher clearly knew where to draw the line. Those who had merely committed minor misdeeds and whose crimes were not grave were only knocked unconscious...

But those whose hands were stained with countless atrocities and blood debts were shown no mercy whatsoever! Many ordinary street thugs who had been knocked unconscious woke up to find their ways changed immediately, as if they had been reborn—how could they not change? Those who not only refused to change but became even worse could not be said not to exist, but they were one in ten thousand.

Above, countless experts from the great clans watched Fang the Butcher create a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood below with overwhelming force. Every one of them stood there dumbfounded.

They never would have dreamed that Snow Condensing Sword Master would let him off. Could Sword Master not see this? Was this Fang the Butcher's strength?

Why were you not doing anything?

As they were pondering this, a white figure flickered in the distance. Chilling air surged, Sword Qi soared through the sky, and Snow Condensing Sword Master flew over like a fleeting shadow.

Everyone looked over expectantly, only to see that Sword Master's face actually wore... a happy smile?

What... was going on?

Fang the Butcher killed on the ground while Sword Master floated overhead, following along.

Blood waves surged as one villain after another was executed with precision.

The experts from the great clans stared in stunned silence, only to hear Sword Master repeatedly praising him from above: "Well killed! Truly well killed!"

The crowd finally could not help but