The flying sword, like a thunder strike, sped through the air.
It resembled a stream of light, piercing through the throats of Xing Yin's subordinates in an instant.
More than a dozen people fell to the ground like harvested wheat, collapsing in a heap.
At the same time.
Heads rolled, and bright red blood splattered, blooming like fiery red azaleas, passionate yet deadly.
This sudden turn of events.
Qin Yuegu, Ren Yuyun, and Xing Yin immediately realized what was happening.
The three of them ceased their actions and turned to look.
Seeing the corpses on the ground and the scattered blood blossoms, they were dumbfounded.
Puchi puchi~
However, the flying sword of light did not stop, slicing through Xing Yin's wrists like lightning, then vanished without a trace.
Fast!
Too fast!
The three hadn't recovered from the sight of the bodies before Xing Yin's hands were crippled.
