"Think you can escape?" Xu Yang's voice rang out like a death warrant.
The Monkey-Faced Mask Vendor heard a shrill whistle behind him, accompanied by a scorching blast of air.
Before he could dodge, his vision began to tumble, blood spraying before his eyes.
My head's been cut off.
He saw his own headless corpse spurting blood as it slowly toppled toward the ground. The next instant, his consciousness sank into darkness. "Run!"
The spear-wielding man was scared out of his wits. That slash had not killed him, though his chest was a bloody mess, his organs visible through the wound.
But the powerful vitality of a martial artist at astral qi mastery kept him from immediately losing the ability to move. After using astral qi to staunch the bleeding, he propped himself up with his spear and fled. The Blazing Blade Swordsman was even fiercer than the rumors claimed.
According to the rumors, the Blazing Blade Swordsman had fought a fierce battle with Ma Jun before killing him. But the Blazing Blade Swordsman they had encountered slaughtered experts at astral qi mastery like chickens and dogs. "Die!"
Xu Yang's expression was icy as he swept through the woods like a gale, rolling waves of heat billowing around him.
Pale golden saber astral surged through the trees like a waterfall, carrying a keen, lethal edge.
"Spare me!"
Sensing the movement behind him, the spear-wielding man turned and raised his spear to block.
Slash!
The blade flashed past, cleaving through both spear and body, trailing a spray of blood and wisps of smoke.
The spear-wielding man shuddered. His face ashen, he looked down to see his body split into upper and lower halves. He crashed to the ground, dead. Xu Yang withdrew his saber astral, the killing intent in his eyes