The crowd watched the brutal battle, all of them rising to their feet.
"What a fierce young man! Who is he? Is he from our Celestial Martial Country?"
"Sigh... Most of the Divine Wind Country's experts may be gone, but the ones who remain are not to be underestimated."
"Such a shame, what a shame..."
.......
Wen Qingye's face was pale. The One Thought Sword was covered in blood, giving it a beautiful yet demonic glint. His right hand, trembling from the continuous shocks, began to shake uncontrollably.
"Ah! I'll kill him!" The youngest of the Divine Wind Guard, who had been protected at the rear, saw that most of his comrades had fallen. His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed his sword and charged at Wen Qingye.
"No, Eighteen!" the few remaining Divine Wind Guards shouted frantically.
SQUELCH!
Wen Qingye's blood loss was rapidly accelerating, and even his limbs had slowed considerably. The youngest Divine Wind Guard's sword plunged straight into his abdomen.
GURGLE~
