"Gulp!"
Not far away, Chang Guang witnessed the scene firsthand and seemed to have forgotten how to speak.
If Lin Shuguang being the first to step forward and strike earlier had impressed him, then what Lin Shuguang had done this time had shaken him to the core.
A student still attending Demon Martial had actually defeated a notorious Viscera Refining Stage bandit chief single-handedly!
What did that mean?
Chang Guang was certain that if word of this spread, Lin Shuguang's name would resound throughout the Demon Capital.
The bandits of White Horse Village still showed no intention of retreating, standing where they were with weapons in hand, bewildered and uncertain.
Lin Shuguang snorted coldly.
The Slaughter Blade in his hand swept out horizontally.
In an instant, a saber light of unparalleled savagery flared.
Countless pupils widened as they watched the saber light pour forth like a raging sea, roaring and surging like a fighting arena.
At the same time, an intensely cold sensation swept through their bodies.
The shadow of death weighed on their hearts like a mountain towering ten thousand feet high.
In that thousandth or hundredth of a breath, an utterly absurd feeling welled up in everyone's heart:
Taken to its pinnacle, this saber technique could surely cleave the heavens!
"Swish, swish, swish-"
The nearest bandits suddenly stiffened. More than a dozen heads flew high, horrifying fountains of blood shooting into the sky.
"Retreat!"
Someone shouted, and the bandits of White Horse Village, already devoid of fighting spirit, hurriedly turned and retreated like an ebbing tide. After leaving behind a great many corpses, they fled in panic.
Seeing them routed, the Demon Martial students' morale soared. They killed several slower bandits, but just as some were about to pursue them relentlessly, Chang Guang stopped them all.
As White