One by one, these people glared at me viciously. But seeing their movements, I sneered disdainfully. "So you're just a bunch of weaklings. Good. I can use you to test my blade."
"Brat, what did you say?" A young man walked over, pointed a machete at me, and shouted, "Do you know who the Ghostfire is?"
"All I know is that you're about to die," I said.
"Haha, if you've got the guts, come kill me, you useless piece of trash," the young man cursed. The people around him burst into laughter as well.
But at that moment, Demon Blade Muramasa had already pierced straight through his body in an instant.
The young man froze, staring blankly at me. He could no longer say a word.
The people around him froze too, each of them staring at me in disbelief.
I said nothing. I merely glanced at him before pulling Demon Blade Muramasa free.
The blood on Demon Blade Muramasa flowed continuously, quickly absorbed by the demon blade.
That was the terrifying aspect of Demon Blade Muramasa: the more it killed, the more powerful it became.
"What a terrifying blade."
"That blade is mine!"
They kept talking, their expressions filled with excitement. Then they suddenly charged forward, weapons in hand, hacking at me.
"Greed has already blinded your eyes. How pitiful." I let out a cold laugh. My figure flashed past, and a vicious slash descended.
After that slash fell, an unbelievably terrifying force came crashing down.
The people before me were cut down one after another in an instant.
They screamed one after another as Demon Blade Muramasa slaughtered them relentlessly. Its terrifying power surged forth, carrying astonishing might and tearing everything apart in an instant.
Not a single person before me could withstand even one second. They were