The eerie silence around them, everyone looked at the plains, whether it was the martial artists in the convoy or the remaining bandits, they all widened their eyes, full of disbelief.
In their field of vision, the flat earth was split by a deep and bottomless slash mark, extending straight for kilometers, and the bandits along this line or nearby were all crushed into flesh and blood, with no remains.
Gulon!
Han Qi glanced sideways with the corner of his eye, noticing the young man beside him holding a saber, he couldn't help but swallow hard, his face turning pale. Just now, the moment the saber light brushed past him, he felt like he had walked through the gates of hell.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
In the blink of an eye, so many of his capable subordinates had died, the Green-faced Ghost was furious, his hands clenched in front of his chest like eagle claws, suddenly grabbing in the air.
Screech!
