Wang Dong stood where he was, the tip of his blade touching the ground as he swept his gaze around. "The thirteen of you don't even have one fighter worth a damn?"
The black-robed men exchanged glances, then charged again.
This time, they changed tactics. Three rushed him head-on, five flanked him from both sides, and the remaining five vanished into the black mist.
Wang Dong did not even spare the hidden ones a glance. He swung his blade straight at the three in front of him.
The blade light split the air. Before the three could even scream, they were severed at the waist.
Blood splattered across the ground.
The people flanking him from both sides had only made it halfway when Wang Dong turned and kicked.
One black-robed man was sent flying, crashing into the two behind him. "Nine left." Wang Dong counted them.
The five hidden men suddenly emerged behind him.
Five blades stabbed toward Wang Dong's back at once.
Wang Dong did not turn around. He simply thrust his palm backward.
A curtain of light formed behind him.
The five blades struck the light curtain, sparks flying everywhere, yet they could not pierce it. "Had enough?"
Wang Dong turned and threw a punch at each of them.
All five were sent flying, smashing into the ground and unable to get back up.
The old man of the Sage of Six Paths changed expression. "You... what realm are you in?"
"Why do you care what realm I'm in?"
Wang Dong walked up to him and stepped on his face again. "Now tell me where the rest are, and I can give you a quick death."
Blade light flashed.
Before anyone could react, the battle was already over.
Those people who had been so arrogant just moments ago