Finding an opening, Su Yue attacked with an incredibly bizarre slash.
Like a venomous snake biting at your life gate, just like that, another Fifth-Grade lost his life.
"Too weak!"
Su Yue shook his head, using the fallen's robe, he wiped his long sword.
Compared to the Fifth-Grade prisoners from Shenchu City, they are truly weak.
Is it because of the Tuyue Warriors?
Suddenly, Su Yue realized.
Indeed.
If there are Suicide Squad members like the Tuyue Warriors in the team, these rear Martial Artists had no need to risk their lives.
Battle instincts are often realized in states of life and death; it's an instinct no master can teach.
This has nothing to do with elixirs!
"Next!"
Having seen through the truth of the Jing Niao City's Martial Artists, Su Yue became more confident in himself.
The next Fifth-Grade, trembling and terrified, stepped forward, already scared out of his wits.
Facing a Martial Artist with no fighting spirit, Su Yue casually slew him.
