No Mercy from the Blade, Cloudmist Manor

Whoosh!

Under everyone's gaze, one of the old man's arms flew off, and blood sprayed everywhere in an instant.

"Ah!" Bai Xue couldn't help screaming.

Song Tian was startled. He grabbed his senior sister's hand and retreated another dozen zhang.

Before Wang Xian could press his advantage, more than a dozen gusts of blade wind and Sword Qi suddenly blasted toward him!

At last, the Qingyi Tower assassins who had rushed from behind the old man pounced on him. Like a dozen ferocious beasts, they lunged through the wind, their blades and swords slashing forward!

Clang! Clang! Clang! The air rang with the clash of metal.

"Graaah!" The old man let out a howl like a demonic beast.

The pain of losing an arm was unbearable, even for a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

Hugging the bamboo basket, Hu Keke's heart gave a fierce tug. It had happened too fast—so fast he hadn't even had time to react.

Wang Xian before him was like a whirlwind, charging into the black-clad crowd like lightning.

To Song Tian, retreating, and Bai Xue, Wang Xian had turned into a streak of sword light and charged straight at the group of black-clad men!

In an instant, blades flashed and Sword Qi soared into the sky.

The black-clad men were moving at their utmost speed, too.

The old man's pupils contracted. His heart lurched with alarm, and he tried to retreat... In that split second, he saw the demonic glimmer shining from the blade in the youth's hand.

And his sword-wielding arm had already been severed in an instant.

Yet both sides were simply too fast. They clashed in the blink of an eye, and all the old man could see was a mass of white light tangled with thick black mist.

Just then, the space before