Lin Xuan stood quietly amid those deadly fragments. All that remained in his hand was a bare sword hilt and guard.
His golden, slit-pupiled eyes held no surprise, much less any panic over the destruction of his weapon.
Only a chilling menace.
He looked at them coldly.
"That's it..." Lin Xuan murmured, the corners of his mouth curving upward. "Now this is getting interesting."
A weapon? To him, that sort of thing was more of a restraint.
Now, that restraint had shattered.
He slowly raised his right hand, which held only the hilt, and abruptly clenched his fingers.
The next moment, the thousands of blade fragments suspended in the air suddenly began to hum, as though they had received a silent command.
They did not fall. They shot forward in a barrage!
The muscles in Lin Xuan's arm bulged as he made a powerful downward cleaving motion at the CP0 agent who had fired the last Flying Finger Pistol, dozens of meters away.
The air tore apart!
Driven by Lin Xuan's will, thousands of blade fragments flickering with lightning formed a torrent of shards and poured toward the CP0 agent at supersonic speed.
The relief on the agent's face instantly froze, turning to horror.
He could only watch as those deadly fragments rapidly grew larger in his pupils, unable to move so much as a finger.
"No..."
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud-!
The piercing sounds came so densely that they merged into a single, teeth-grating noise.
There was no scream, because several shards had pierced his throat in the very first instant.
The CP0 agent's body seemed pinned firmly to the wall, trembling and convulsing wildly under the barrage of fragments.
Blood spurted from the hundreds of holes in his body, instantly staining the stone wall behind him a