In an instant, Ren Feng's entire demeanor shifted from towering like a mountain to swift and elegant, reminiscent of ancient swordsmen from Jiangnan; the day his sword was drawn was the day he took your life.
Those lying on the ground were still groaning, while Ren Feng calmly walked step by step towards the villa, holding the long sword he wielded earlier, surrounded by the experts.
The moment Ren Feng moved, those experts lunged again.
"Zhao Guest's Decorated Horsehair Tassel."
Ren Feng struck, his right hand seeming to wield a cold gleam, slashing down before him with agile and ethereal grace, instantly killing a charging expert!
"Wu Hook Frost Bright Ming!"
With a flourish of his sword, Ren Feng spun elegantly, his sword whirling, leaving a cold gleam sweeping across the throats of two attackers from behind.
Suddenly, those two froze, a thin line of blood appeared at their throats!
"Silver Saddle on a White Horse."
