The black-robed man slowly pulled back the hood atop his head, revealing a face masked by a ghostly visage.
"What the..."
The disciples of the Rakshasa Sect shuddered, terror seizing their hearts at sight of the ghost mask.
That mask radiated a chilling aura of death.
"Those who see the ghost face—die!"
Luo Shang spoke coldly, crushing his palm. Swords at his back exploded with a deafening boom and a hundred Sword Auras surged forth, ripping apart the night sky in an instant.
Splat—
Splat—
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred Rakshasa Sect henchmen were shredded by the ferocious Sword Qi, their bodies torn asunder. They didn't even have time to scream.
Some were decapitated by the Sword Qi, others sliced clean through the waist, and some ripped into pieces, dying with not a single bone left intact.
In a heartbeat, blood flowed in rivers, painting the ground in a grisly massacre.
