Blood sprayed from their chests and bellies in great bursts, splattering Zuo Lengchan and his group across the face.
They stared in shock at the elite Inner Sect disciples nailed to death before them, the flames of fury in their hearts surging to their peak at that instant!
They abruptly turned toward the direction from which the Flying Swords had shot!
By torchlight, they saw that familiar face.
"Ji Shu!"
A chill ran through Zuo Lengchan's heart as he roared, "Sneaking an attack under cover of night—what kind of hero does that make you?!"
Ji Shu's sword dripped with blood.
His clothes, too, were soaked in thick blood.
He emerged from the darkness with sword in hand, his aura imposing, like a grim reaper who had stepped out of hell itself! He brought tremendous pressure upon Zuo Lengchan, Zhong Zhen, and the others!
Tap, tap!
Ji Shu said nothing. He merely looked coldly at Zuo Lengchan, then suddenly accelerated. Like a swallow dancing through the air, he crossed a hundred meters in an instant, arrived before Zuo Lengchan's group, and thrust his sword at Zuo Lengchan.
"Ah!"
Zuo Lengchan had long since raised his vigilance to the utmost. The instant Ji Shu charged forward, he let out an enraged roar and flawlessly unleashed the Mount Song Sword Style, defending himself so tightly that not even a drop of water could slip through!
Clang!
Ji Shu's sword was blocked by his blade—but before he could utter a single word, in the next instant—
Squelch!
His throat was slit by the sharp sword tip!
The strength in his entire body leaked away at a terrifying speed. Clutching his throat, he turned with difficulty to look at Ji Shu, only to see him like a Sword God descended upon the mortal world. Wherever