A clash between masters lasted no more than an instant, but when a master faced the weak, it took only a few slashes.
As those Martial Artists rushed forward, Chen Mo flashed past the fellow at Houtian Layer Eight. Onimaru extended flatly, and with a light sweep, its razor-sharp blade sliced across the man's throat!
The Houtian Layer Eight Martial Artist's blade was still suspended in midair, not yet thrust forward, still some distance from Chen Mo's body.
Clutching his throat, the Martial Artist could not stop the blood from pouring out. He could only stare ahead as his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
At that very moment, the other three men beside him also clutched their throats. They stared at Chen Mo in disbelief before slowly crumpling to the ground.
They could not understand how strong this enemy truly was. Surrounded and attacked by four people, how had they been defeated before they could even make a single move?
Endless darkness swallowed the consciousness of all four. They had never imagined that the fellow fighting them was a master equivalent to the Bao Dan realm. To Martial Artists of their level, sending them to their deaths was simply too easy.
"Gulp!" Watching the footage of the four Martial Artists dying on the monitors, Bashe swallowed hard. He was genuinely terrified!
He had already overestimated Chen Mo's strength, which was why he had hidden himself away long before Chen Mo attacked the base. But after seeing the outcome of the battle on the monitors, he knew this enemy could not be confronted head-on.
Killing Martial Artists was as easy for him as killing chickens. Houtian Layer Eight—if Bashe faced one himself, surrender would be his only option. Yet against this enemy, they had not even survived a