The saber's ring was as deafening as thunder, shaking one's very soul. Even Yum Zhong, a Third-Grade Gang Condensation cultivator, covered his ears in pain.
The others bled from all seven orifices, falling to the ground and wailing in agony.
"This saber strike of mine... I've cultivated it bitterly for thirty years! It verges on the First Grade!"
"HAHAHA!"
The black-armored man was still laughing wildly.
But in the next instant, his laughter died.
A look of terror formed on his face.
"I'll return this strike to you!"
Su Chen casually picked up a chopstick. Standing his ground, without moving a single step, he made a horizontal slashing motion toward the man.
BOOM!
An even more terrifying, jet-black saber Qi manifested from the tip of Su Chen's chopstick and slashed out with a roar. An even more dreadful saber's ring exploded across the tower ship.
