The Devil Wu Nuannuan

"Buzzz—!"

Wu Yong's expression remained calm as he suddenly swept out his sword.

Swish!

A powerful Sword Qi shockwave instantly burst outward from Wu Yong in a fan shape, only vanishing once it had spread a hundred meters away.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

"..."

A series of sounds rang out. With that single strike, a row of black-clad men's eyes flew wide. They clutched their throats in disbelief, their eyes filled with terror and unwillingness as they slowly toppled backward. With a thud, the scene suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Then the remaining black-clad men shuddered violently and retreated in unison.

They stared fearfully at the longsword in Wu Yong's hand. Even the three people battling in the distance had felt the bone-piercing chill of the power unleashed by that strike. Wu Yong looked calm, yet inwardly he was somewhat excited.

Is this the Sword Intent the Dean spoke of?

It seemed his more than twenty years of effort had not been in vain. Merely comprehending Sword Intent was enough to make up for all his losses!

"Trying to run!?"

Wu Nuannuan, who had always seemed quiet and unassuming, suddenly cast a sharp gaze into the distance. A strange golden light flickered in her beautiful eyes, followed by an incomparably powerful invisible force that shot out like arrows, instantly striking several black-clad men attempting to flee.

Those black-clad men appeared unharmed, without so much as a wound on their bodies. Yet the next second, their running bodies suddenly stiffened before they crashed to the ground with a thud, their life force extinguished on the spot.

Soul attack!

"Nuannuan, your soul power is too terrifying. You kill enemies without a trace. I think you might be suited to the path of an illusionist." Seeing the enemies dead, Wu Yong smiled. He