"Ah..."
The heart-rending scream of this cannon fodder, so eager to earn merit, rang through the entire night sky.
For a moment, even the raging wind and rain in the sky seemed somewhat feeble.
Only as his body toppled stiffly backward did the slow-witted cannon fodder finally feel the pain.
"Pfft..."
Briefly jolted lucid by the pain, the cannon fodder's pupils contracted.
He saw his body standing motionless, while his head actually flew into the air like a gourd, whooshing upward.
"This..."
The other seven Law Enforcement Team members watched, dumbstruck, their necks turning cold.
The one closest to the cannon fodder, in particular, went pale and staggered backward, his chest so tight he could barely breathe.
Worse still, as the cannon fodder's head flew away, his eyes were still looking at him, his mouth gaping as though begging to be saved.
"Whew..."
Lan Shanye's expression abruptly changed.
The cannon fodder who had been slain was at the body tempering eighth layer.
Yet Lin Shisan had beheaded him without his so much as raising a ripple.
And why did the flying sword in his hand look so familiar, as though he had seen it before?
"Senior Brother Ouyang..."
Lan Shanye had just turned to ask for instructions when Ouyang Xiao's glare forced him back.
Lin Shisan had to be taken alive.
Otherwise, all those so-called terms of his, along with the additional promises, would go up in smoke.
Killing was easy, but capturing someone alive was more than a little harder.
"Seven-Star Sword Formation."
Lan Shanye's dark eyes darted about.
He shouted, "You seven, form up with Su Xinghai at the core. I refuse to believe a mere Body Tempering Seventh Stage like him can overturn the heavens!"
His words were grand and righteous, but he could not hide the