"I'll kill you!"
The first to charge over was a burly Great Han man. He raised the long saber in his hands as a surge of power poured into it, causing the blade to emit a fierce saber radiance. Before he could bring it down, Zhao Fu vanished from where he stood, and a hand pierced through the man's chest, sending blood splattering.
Without any surprise, the burly man was instantly killed in a single move.
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared behind Zhao Fu: an old man dressed in tight cyan clothes. Holding a dagger, he drew a cold gleam through the air as he slashed toward Zhao Fu's throat.
They had no other choice now. If they wanted the Great Qin Soldiers to retreat, they had to either kill Zhao Fu or seriously wound him.
Zhao Fu did not move at all. Black flames rose from his body and formed a black conical spike, which suddenly shot toward the old man. Before the old man could react, the spike pierced through his chest, killing him on the spot.
"Ah!"
A delicate cry rang out as a powerful aura swept toward Zhao Fu. Sen Yin, glowing green all over, appeared before him and threw a punch at him with the force to shatter mountains, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.
Zhao Fu looked at Sen Yin with contempt and casually reached out, catching her incoming fist.
Sen Yin's heart sank, and panic appeared on her face. She had known Zhao Fu was powerful, but he seemed dozens of times more terrifying than she had anticipated.
At once, Sen Yin tried to pull back her hand and flee, but she could not move it even an inch. Her face turned somewhat pale as she looked at Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu