At this moment, in their line of sight, the car enveloped by sword light was shattered into pieces, as if it had been repaired by a cutting machine.
Some of the gun-toting guys inside the vehicle were instantly killed, while others looked at the half-shorn guns in their hands, speechless with astonishment.
"Who dares to come forward!"
Li Fei raised his sword, the tip pointing directly forward, facing fifty to sixty people, yet not one dared to utter a sound. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly; they felt Li Fei was like an angel when not taking action, but once he did, his attack was terrifying like a demon.
They didn't dare to meet his gaze, all bowing their heads like students standing before a teacher after making a mistake. Anbei Konoya, in his lifetime, had seen many first-class samurai, swordsmen, and Daoists with exceptional swordsmanship and technique, but never had anyone given him such a sense of awe.
