Ye Haochuan had never experienced such a bloody slaughter before, the feeling of uninhibited harvesting made him intoxicated. He finally understood why there were so many people who enjoyed brutal killing; indeed, the sensation was thrilling.
Before long, a third of the people in the square, including those who fled, were gone.
Ye Haochuan did not continue to kill those who were useless, and directly charged at the Old Woman. It was clear that among everyone present, the Old Woman was the most important figure. As long as she was killed, everyone else would be a scattered mess.
The middle-aged man had been lurking in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity. Seeing Ye Haochuan rushing at the Old Woman, he could no longer care about anything else and swiftly welcomed the attack.
"Do you really think you can block me?" Ye Haochuan sneered disdainfully, the gold on the Divine Concealment Sword turned to red.
"Sword Flash!"
