'An expert!'
The hair on Kong Wen's body stood on end as he instinctively rolled backward and to his right.
His years of living on a knife's edge in the Slaughter Camp had honed his combat instincts far beyond those of an ordinary person. Though he couldn't even get a clear look at the attacker, he had still made the right choice.
But Wang Ming and the Official weren't so lucky.
They were cut down by the dark figure in almost the same instant.
'Such a fast sword!'
Kong Wen's heart pounded with terror as he stared at his two companions, their eyes wide open in death.
Although Wang Ming and the Official were only Martial Artists at the Bone Forging Pass level, the clean, decisive way they were dispatched left him horrified.
He couldn't even entertain the thought of fighting back.
Now, he had only one thought: run.
His opponent was far stronger than him. To fight back was to die.
