Heads hit the ground.
Those seven pairs of wide-open eyes still held traces of incredulous horror and bewilderment.
Thud... thud...
The headless bodies toppled one after another. The Dragon Gate Seven Swords, brimming with murderous intent only moments ago, had all become corpses slowly cooling on the ground.
Lu Changfeng stood with his sword in hand. Azure light flowed across the Wind-Raising Sword, its blade unstained by a single drop of blood.
He slowly raised his eyes, his icy gaze sweeping past the carnage to fix on Wu Lingyun, who sat astride her horse.
Dead silence!
An eerie silence fell before the Carriage Inn, broken only by the unnaturally clear sound of blood bubbling as it flowed.
Qing Dai and Lan Die'er stared with their beautiful eyes wide. Though they had faith in Lu Changfeng, neither had imagined the battle would be decided so swiftly-or so completely!
That breathtaking sword strike seared itself into their minds. Qing Dai's eyes shone with admiration, while Lan Die'er covered her small mouth, gazing at Lu Changfeng in wonder.
The two woodcutters and the innkeeper cowering inside the Carriage Inn were pale and trembling at the bloody scene, yet as they looked at Wu Lingyun, a hint of satisfaction crept involuntarily into their eyes-the thrill of seeing a bitter grievance avenged!
"You... you..."
The arrogance and ease on Wu Lingyun's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by utter shock and a flicker of panic she could not conceal. She had watched all seven experts her lineage had paid handsomely to recruit slaughtered in an instant. A chill shot up her spine to the crown of her head!
Instinctively, true qi surged around her, forming a black protective barrier-the Hundred Calamities Plague Emperor Curse!
It was as though that poisonous barrier could give her