"Want to kill me? You think you're good enough?!"
A cold glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He would show no mercy to anyone who wanted him dead.
With a sharp clang, he drew the treasured sword at his waist and slashed.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a terrifying blade of light flashed, as brilliant as the brightest light in the night sky and as fleeting as a shooting star. It streaked toward the man in yellow.
"Oh no!"
Feeling the sword energy bearing down on him, the man in yellow paled. A sense of imminent death surged through him, but the sword energy was simply too fast. He couldn't dodge it.
With a splurt, the sword energy struck. His body split cleanly in two, the cut smooth and even. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, staining the earth red.
His two halves fell apart. His eyes were wide open, filled with terror, unwillingness, and disbelief in his final moments, as though he couldn't believe he had been killed just like that.
"Damn it, that bastard killed Brother Chen!"
"Get him! Everyone, attack together! Kill that damned bastard!"
"You beast! How dare you kill someone? You're asking to die! You really are!"
Seeing the man in yellow cut in half with a single stroke, the students were so furious their eyes nearly split and their lungs felt ready to burst. None of them had expected this to happen.
After all, they had strength in numbers, while Xia Ping was alone. They clearly had the overwhelming advantage. Any ordinary person would have been so frightened that they would have dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Who would have thought he'd fight back?
But this damned bastard hadn't just dared to resist—he'd dared to kill. With one strike, he'd taken the