Boom boom boom...
The continuous roar echoed.
Lin Zheyu's blade speed was extremely fast, slashing hundreds of times in short breaths.
While he attacked, the man did not remain idle.
The longsword, under his control, swiftly stabbed toward Lin Zheyu.
"Die!"
Lin Zheyu's eyes were bloodshot, a furious shout rang out, and a bloody blade light fell with a thunderous crash.
Crack.
The tortoise shell, which had endured hundreds of cuts from Lin Zheyu, exploded with a boom, and the blade light penetrated through it, embedding into the man's head.
In his horrified, regretful gaze, it split him in two with a squelch.
"It's him!"
Lin Zheyu looked at the corpse's face, his brow slightly furrowed.
The person before him was the stall owner from the cultivation marketplace, the Setting Sun Blade of Lin Zheyu was purchased from him.
"Not bad, the money spent came back to me."
Lin Zheyu chuckled softly to himself.
