He snatched the black iron saber from the ground and pushed his strength to its absolute peak once more. Then he hacked viciously at that stubbled face.
Clang, clang, clang!
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
A Core Embrace Grandmaster was terrifying indeed.
Even with over fifty thousand pounds of force behind each blow, the saber's edge began to curl before he broke through the defenses. After more than a hundred consecutive strikes, flesh split, bones broke, and tendons severed.
A massive head was hacked off,
and rolled away with a rumble.
The headless corpse twitched, hot blood gushing wildly.
The white true qi suppressed within Li Shunjun's body sprayed furiously from his wounds like a high-pressure water jet.
Instantly, rosy clouds churned and mirage vapor rose throughout the secret chamber, forming one bizarre, shimmering vision after another.
Fortunately, the blood-colored mist overhead suppressed them, and they soon melted away like ice and snow.
With no time to marvel, Su Xinghe began searching the corpse.
There were over thirty thousand taels in treasure notes, but only two bottles of pills. Yellow, silver, and gold tokens clinked together in a long string.
Su Xinghe found his own martial warrior identification token, along with his Demon Suppression Bureau "Yi Thirteen" token.
A saber-shaped wooden token caught his attention. Looking closely, he saw that a human head had been faintly carved into its grain.
"From the Beheading Gang...?"
After a cursory inspection, he tucked everything into his robes.
He looked at the headless corpse before him and fell silent for three seconds.
An elder of the Beheading Gang had ended up unable to keep his own head.
He could not stay here. He needed to flee as quickly as possible.
Gritting his teeth, he charged out the door with the curled-edge saber in hand.