Heaven-Shaking Blood Battle

"Kill!"

The indifferent young man went after the middle-aged scholar holding a longsword. Both swordsmen were rare masters; once they clashed, Sword Light and sword shadows filled the air like ten thousand cold stars. No people could be seen at all, and even those nearby hastily moved away. Swordsmen were synonymous with offensive power. When strengths were equal, anyone facing a swordsman would lose a measure of momentum. A life-and-death battle between two swordsmen was an absolutely terrifying sight.

"Getting old, just a bag of old bones!"

The weathered old man drifted over to face the strange old man in a raincoat. Seeing another old man like himself approach, the raincoat-clad elder curled his lip and said oddly, "I hate dealing with old men most. Old and stinking. Change opponents, change opponents."

"I'm afraid you won't get your wish."

The weathered old man chuckled and produced a black short staff in his hand, striking out with it.

"This is deadly!"

The raincoat-clad elder slid aside, evading the blow. As he glided, a light drizzle actually began to fall through the air. The threads of rain landed on his raincoat and slipped downward, making him seem like a ghost in the rain—nimble and sinister.

"The old fellow is quite troublesome."

The weathered old man frowned and tangled with his opponent.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man had originally intended to seek out the young woman, but the bald fat man intercepted him halfway. His face turned purple with rage. Shield in one hand and spear in the other, he launched a savage assault on the bald fat man as if they harbored an irreconcilable hatred.

As for the twin brothers, they were somewhat unscrupulous. They did not separate, instead facing a masked man two against one. The elder brother's giant axe was like