A Righteous Warrior Borrows a Sword to Slay His Enemy, Tracing the Extraordinary Feat Back to the Fishing Old Man

Even more wondrously, it seemed to resonate faintly with the inner force within his body, allowing it to circulate with unparalleled ease.

But with a powerful enemy before him, he had no time to savor the sensation.

"Watch my sword!"

He shouted, gripping the sword with both hands and bringing it down toward the Black-Clad Man's head.

"Struggling on the brink of death!"

Relying on the formidable flesh and inner force of a Fourth Level Master, the Black-Clad Man still met the blow head-on with a ferocious punch.

However, this time—

the sword did not shatter.

The sword light swept past!

The vicious grin on the Black-Clad Man's face froze, replaced by terror and bewilderment.

His right fist, which he had thrown forward, had been severed cleanly at the wrist, the cut smooth and even.

Yet the sword light did not slow in the slightest. It sliced into his neck and continued downward all the way to his waist and abdomen.

"This is impossible..."

The Black-Clad Man muttered those few words before his body split in two.

His upper half fell to the ground. He clawed forward a few times with both hands, and only then did the light in his eyes finally fade. He died on the spot.

"Third Boss!"

The remaining Huofeng Gang underlings nearby were so terrified by the gruesome sight that their souls fled their bodies. They immediately abandoned their helmets and armor and scattered in flight.

Even Kong Tianpeng stood rooted to the spot, staring at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.

He died just like that?

He instinctively raised his hand, his gaze falling on the Gold Sword in his grasp.

He could sense that the sword had slain a Fourth Level Master with such ease not because of his own power, but