All kinds of thoughts flashed through Qian's mind. He gathered his focus, drew the long blade at his waist, and then a flash of green light shone over him as he once again used the "Flash Sword Technique."
Omura Ken had not even steadied himself when he saw Qian's figure appear in front of him.
The next instant, a streak of snow-bright blade light shot toward him, reflecting straight into his eyes and leaving his mind dazed.
"Not good!"
In an instant, Omura Ken realized something was wrong. He immediately threw himself into a roll, trying to dodge Qian's attack.
However, Qian had long since predicted his move. Almost the moment he ducked down, Qian threw several Shuriken.
Pfft—pfft—
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
Although Omura Ken noticed the incoming Shuriken at the final moment and struggled to evade them, the wounds on his arm and body dragged down his movements.
In the end, two Shuriken still struck his body, making his movements freeze.
The next instant, Qian's long blade swept past and chopped off his head.
As the head flew away, a large amount of blood sprayed from his neck like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding sea red.
Yet faced with such a horrifying sight, Qian did not even blink.
No, to be more precise, his attention had already shifted away from here.
At this moment, the two Shadow Clones responsible for blocking the Mist Village reinforcements had already collapsed under the siege of more than a dozen Mist Village ninjas.
Of the three Shadow Clones that had attacked the surrounding Mist Ninja together with Qian, aside from one that had been destroyed by Omura Ken, the remaining two had also vanished in the chaotic battle just now.
This was not because they were weak,