The blade sliced through the air, sending a spray of blood flying!
But although Zhou Yuanjue was wounded, he had managed to evade the most dangerous and fatal part of the assault!
Amidst the flurry of sword glints, he finally got a clear look at his assailants.
There were five of them, all clad head to toe in black, with only their eyes—brimming with boundless killing intent—exposed.
Their bodies didn't seem particularly robust. Their waists and ribs were quite slender, as if they had little muscle, but their shoulders and back muscles bulged high, giving their frames an almost disproportionate look.
Zhou Yuanjue knew with a single glance that these were physiques forged through years of swinging a sword. They were distinctly different from a Martial Artist, whose body develops in a well-rounded manner. These muscles and frames weren't built for unarmed combat, but purely for taking lives with a blade!
Five Weapon Masters!
