The instant the silvery blade light tore through the sky, time itself seemed to freeze. The first thing that caught the eye was that frigid silver flash; wherever the blade light passed, the air itself seemed to ignite.
Wang Jinyang, who had still been trying to fend off the attack, instantly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that voice. He recognized its owner—Lu Hao had arrived!
This guy had come insanely fast. Magic Martial University was probably over a thousand kilometers from Nanjiang, yet he had arrived in half an hour.
Wang Jinyang looked up and saw that the masked man, who had been standing high above them just moments ago, had been cleaved to the ground with a single slash.
Lu Hao pressed the advantage while his opponent was down. His previous strike had not contained much Power of Heaven and Earth; the reason he had arrived so quickly was that he had used it to travel the entire way.
That was how he had made it here in such a short time.
He swung his blade at the masked man on the ground.
The masked man reacted as well. Ignoring the fatal wound in his chest, he desperately tried to block it.
The moment he saw Lu Hao, he knew he was finished. He knew Lu Hao's record—this man had killed nearly ten Rank Seven martial artists by himself in the Nanjiang Earth Cave. The outside world called him the War God, but within their ranks, he was known as the God of Slaughter. No one wanted to fight someone like that. Though they were both Rank Seven, Lu Hao could kill him within a few moves.
Looking at Lu Hao, he knew that surrendering would be useless after what he had done.
But he had