"Kill!"
Zhong Lin leaped into the crowd in a single bound. The Ghost Head Saber in his hand cleaved through the air, forcibly squeezing away the surrounding air and creating a brief vacuum. Then a streak of white flashed, and one of the guards before him was disemboweled on the spot.
The might of that single saber strike was fierce beyond measure.
At that moment, Zhong Lin seemed to have fused with the long saber in his hand. Wherever his thoughts reached, the saber light followed.
This was the charm of the max-level Wind Breaking Saber Technique: reaching the realm of its creator.
Man and saber as one, a grandmaster of the blade.
A savage smile appeared at the corner of Zhong Lin's mouth. He stamped his foot, power surging through him. His saber light flashed like a white ribbon, crushing everything in its path. Not a single person could stop him.
Killing.
Leaping.
Drawing his saber.
Killing again.
Amid the crowd, Zhong Lin moved like an ape, his saber flashing like a white ribbon. His killing aura was grim, while his imposing presence grew ever heavier.
The other five masked men were no less willing to fall behind. Each displayed his own methods as they slaughtered the guards.
Of these five men in black, three were, like Zhong Lin, experts of the Seventh-Rank Bone Forging Realm. They possessed the strength of a thousand jin, and every move they made contained immense force.
Although the other two were merely Eighth-Rank Tendons Transformation Realm martial artists, their fists were like the wind and swift as arrows. Combined with the weapons in their hands, they were just as formidable.
In no more than a moment, the dozen or so guards left behind to hold the rear had all met their ends at