Soon, Carina helped Werther out through the front entrance of the King of Gold Hotel.
"Whew, I'm exhausted. This is as far as I'm taking you. I still have to go back for my treasure."
Carina wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her long purple hair clung to her face.
Just as Carina turned to head back into the King of Gold Hotel, Werther grabbed the back of her collar and leaped away.
As he jumped, he drew Intent Blood and sent a Silver-Blue Sword Aura hurtling forward.
Slash. Blood sprayed at least three meters into the air. Werther's Sword Aura cut a black-clad man who had been charging at them in two.
"What are you—"
Before Carina could finish, an explosion boomed. The blast left her ears ringing.
"Hah, hah... What's going on? How can a dead man still blow himself up?"
Werther did not know either. But the moment the man looked at them, Werther had sensed his Malice and killed him with a single slash to eliminate the threat.
Werther did not care what the man had intended. If someone was an enemy, killing him on the spot was the best choice.
As the blast faded, dozens of pairs of cold eyes locked onto Werther.
"Suicide soldiers? Interesting."
The black-clad men charged at Werther without a word, their faces impassive.
Werther had no intention of waiting for them. He took a sword-drawing stance.
"Sword Ring."
A blue ring flashed outward from Werther.
Shing. Everything in its path was severed—the black-clad men and the surrounding buildings alike. Only Carina, behind him, was spared.
Lines of blood appeared across the men's bodies.
Thud, thud. Mutilated corpses fell to the ground. Dozens of men had died in a single strike.
Then the corpses began exploding one after another, like a