After a furious battle, the two separated.
Though Yan Hai had killed plenty of people both openly and in secret over the years, seeing Lin Shuguang's cold, merciless side still left him momentarily stunned.
Nearby lay Zhao Minghui's mangled corpse, which Lin Shuguang had battered apart, blood flowing in rivers.
Narrowing his eyes, Yan Hai bared his teeth in a sinister grin. "You really are ruthless. If you hadn't killed so many of our Divine Temple Members, I'd have thought you were one of us-decisive in killing, cold and merciless! Hahaha, with someone like you joining the Special Management Bureau, I really don't know whether it's a disaster for the bureau or for this world!"
Expressionless, Lin Shuguang looked toward the children hidden behind the rubble nearby. The force of the clash just now had probably knocked them unconscious long ago.
Cao Chao and Han Yi were a step behind him and would take a little longer to arrive.
So Yan Hai was the only person who knew the truth.
At that thought, Lin Shuguang's killing intent surged.
Buzzz!
The air in front of him burst with a thunderous roar.
He raised his saber and stepped forward!
"Wait!" Yan Hai's eyelids twitched wildly. Enduring the tearing pain in his shoulder, he hurriedly shouted, "We can talk."
But Lin Shuguang was already plunging down, his saber cleaving furiously.
His voice was icy. "We have nothing to talk about!"
Clang!
The impact sent the flesh on Yan Hai's arms quivering. He staggered back more than a dozen steps, each one stamping a deep crater into the ground.
His earlier wounds split open again.
Yan Hai's already deathly pale face grew even paler, and he was horrified by Lin Shuguang's strength.
He simply could not understand where this terrifying saber expert had come