"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The people battered by the torrential rain of blood let out ghastly screams. At the sight of the First Boss's head, its eyes still open in death, some of the more timid bandits fell to the ground in terror, desperately kicking against the dirt to get away.
For a moment, no one remained within dozens of meters of Lin Shuguang and the Silver Seraph.
But suddenly, a figure flashed past.
A hoarse voice seethed with fury. "You court death!"
A withered right hand reached out like an eagle's claw, each of its five fingers thicker than an ordinary person's, seemingly comparable to some divine weapon. A piercing whistle abruptly descended, and fierce winds surged outward. Amid flying sand and stones, the Black Robe Elder had already rushed before Lin Shuguang, bringing his hand down toward his skull.
An ordinary person would certainly have had nowhere to retreat and would inevitably have suffered the miserable fate of having five holes punched into their head.
But the problem was that Lin Shuguang was no harmless rabbit for others to bully. Strip away his disguise, and he was a fierce tiger!
Clang!
Another draw and sweeping slash!
The mighty, resounding ring of the saber immediately exploded like thunder, racing forth at tremendous speed.
The blood energy erupting from Lin Shuguang swept aside all the dust before him. Beneath his hand rose a swath of savage saber light like surging flames, utterly merciless.
This was his first direct confrontation with a Great Grandmaster in person.
Although Lin Shuguang felt the difficulty of this battle, wherever his gaze fell, his saber light struck.
If you want a fight, I'll give you one!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless patches of earth around them exploded simultaneously. The terrifying force hurled every bandit