Lin Xuan watched from the shadows and nodded slightly.
This so-called "Seven Righteous of Cangshan" were indeed mediocre martial artists. The strongest among them, the one-eyed man, was only at the peak of the second-rate level, and the rest were even less of a concern.
Qin Hongmian, by contrast, wielded her saber with ruthless precision and efficiency.
In her hands, the Asura Saber seemed to become a streak of red lightning. Every swing carried a chilling murderous aura. She didn't care for flashy moves; all she wanted was to kill with a single strike.
In just over a dozen exchanges, two of the six burly men had already fallen. The rest were all wounded, their formation in disarray. They could barely defend themselves, let alone fight back.
Qin Hongmian's face remained as cold as ever, as if killing people were no different from chopping vegetables.
Lin Xuan watched and shook his head inwardly. That woman was full of bloodlust.
But he had no intention of stepping in. Qin Hongmian could handle a situation like this with ease.
However, just as Qin Hongmian forced the one-eyed man back with a slash and prepared to finish off another enemy, an overwhelming sense of danger rose over the battlefield!
A white ghostly figure had appeared at the edge of the battlefield without anyone noticing.
He moved with unbelievable speed, as though he had appeared out of thin air.
It was the mad monk whose mind had been lost!
His expression was blank and his eyes vacant. He shot out his right index finger like lightning and pointed from afar at a burly man locked in combat with Qin Hongmian.
"Pfft!"
An invisible blast of energy pierced the man through the heart. He didn't even have time to scream before falling stiffly backward.
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