Ten swords to kill one person, traveling a thousand miles with no pause.
In the eyes of the many martial artists hiding far away, Ye Qiu had become a great terror. Holding the Bahuang Sword, he was a reaper of lives.
Each of his sword strikes was so light and nimble, yet every strike could take away a swath of blood.
Even the powerful cultivators of the heavens couldn't withstand his sword moves in front of Ye Qiu.
Every sword strike could wound these celestial level masters.
Ten swords!
He slayed a heavenly-level master, leaving everyone stunned.
In an instant, only two heavenly-level masters were left on the battlefield.
Originally, there were four celestial-level masters, and in such a short time, Ye Qiu had wiped out half of them. The remaining two looked at Ye Qiu with fear and trepidation.
They were frightened by Ye Qiu, who wielded the Bahuang Sword.
