When an unrestrained Mingjin Martial Artist fights a group of common swordsmen, there's only one way to describe it: a tiger let loose in a flock of sheep.
Xu Meng was far faster than any of the swordsmen. Anyone he caught was cut down in two strikes.
However, there were many swordsmen. Qin Fang had only managed to kill six, and in the short time it took for the remaining eight or nine to flee, Xu Meng had already given chase and vanished from sight.
Qin Fang let out a soft breath and looked around. The scene had fallen silent.
Only pained groans broke the silence.
...The four men who had come over on the boat with him were all injured, almost to a man.
The one in the worst shape had been pinned to the ground and repeatedly hacked, and was now a bloody mess.
He was currently being held in another's arms. He wasn't dead yet, but he was in his final moments.
"Heizi, Heizi..."
The men beside him called out his name in low voices.
