"Fifth Brother."
The other two Taihua Mountain disciples saw this, their eyes nearly splitting with rage as they rushed madly over. Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, their bodies trembled violently, and immense waves rose in their hearts.
Although Fifth Brother was only at the sixth layer of the Origin King Realm, he was the strongest among them. Yet he had been killed here. How had Lin Taichu done it?
"Kill!" The two roared in fury at the same time, attacking Lin Taichu from both sides. Yet Lin Taichu merely stood there without moving, as though he had no intention of resisting.
"Putting on an act." One of them sneered. A black curved blade appeared in his hand, and with a single step, he shot forward like lightning.
A piercing howl erupted from his body, like the wailing of demons, making Lin Taichu frown slightly. This man cultivated a demonic art, and he had trained it to the extreme.
Lin Taichu stepped forward, his figure abruptly accelerating. He struck out with his palm, the palm print containing overwhelming might and endless sword intent.
Crack... The palm print slammed into the man. His body shook violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he was forced back several more steps.
"Kill!" he roared, turning into an afterimage as he charged at Lin Taichu. The curved blade in his hand bloomed with eerie black light, as savage and terrifying as demon fangs.
Lin Taichu's expression remained indifferent. He lightly waved his hand, and a curtain of swords instantly appeared. Sword intent rang out as countless strands of sword intent slashed toward the demonic shadow.
Bang, bang, bang... A series of dense collisions rang out, accompanied by an enraged roar from the demonic shadow. His face twisted in unbearable