"Cut him down! Cut down Lin Heng!"
"Kill him! Cheer the old immortal master on!"
A few people who did not fear death suddenly popped up in the crowd and shouted at the tops of their lungs.
Who knew whether they were truly brave or simply stupid? Most likely, seeing Lin Heng beaten back had given them courage.
Lin Heng turned his head and glanced at those shouting fellows.
Then he did something no one had expected.
He stopped fighting the old immortal master.
He turned, raised his sword, and charged into the crowd of believers.
Time Sword swept out sideways.
Pfft, pfft, pfft—!
A dozen heads flew up, arcing through the air in what could be called the most perfect parabolas.
The headless bodies stood in place for a breath before collapsing. A few exploded outright, spraying severed limbs and organs all over the people around them.
Those who had been clamoring just now instantly went mute.
"(?｀?Д?′) What the hell are you shouting for? Damn it... the old immortal master didn't actually finish him off!"
"Run, run!"
Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm, cursed, and started running outward.
Lin Heng now began picking on the soft persimmons. Ignoring the old immortal master behind him, who was hopping mad with rage, he backhandedly hacked out two more sword strikes.
The sound of blood mist exploding was just that wonderful.
"Bastard!!"
The old immortal master flew into a towering rage. No matter what, he had not expected this brat to be so shameless and sinister.
The scene that followed was Lin Heng running in front, while the old immortal master chased from behind.
Every time Lin Heng killed one person, the gray traces on the old immortal master dimmed by a fraction.
After he killed ten, fine, dense