Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of explosions rang out continuously, and three young Martial Artists were blasted out from the blinding flames, leaving deep grooves on the street as they collided. They lay on the ground, covered in blood, already unconscious.
The only one still standing was the cold-faced youth.
He grasped his treasured sword, leaning his body against the hilt, barely supporting himself to stand. Bright red blood flowed continuously from his right arm and the corners of his mouth, dyeing the sword blade red. His eyes stared intently at Luo Feng, with somewhat unfocused pupils, revealing no emotion.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed as a crack appeared on the treasured sword in the cold-faced youth's hand, and then with a crash it broke in half. The cold-faced youth also fell forward, his body unmoving.
"Even with Lin Yue and the others joining forces, they were no match..."
A gasp sounded in the street as everyone's gaze turned to the same direction.
