Just then, a shadow at the doorway stirred, and Cao Feng appeared.
He was holding two long sabers. With a flick of his arm, he tossed one to Chu Fan.
Without even looking up, Chu Fan's right hand shot out and caught the hilt firmly.
He didn't hesitate for a second. The moment he caught the long saber, he swung his arm. The blade flashed like cold lightning, tracing a grimly beautiful arc under the flickering lights as it swept across the neck of an approaching Incense Master!
"SWISH!"
A head flew high into the air, its face still frozen in an expression of utter disbelief.
Blood spurted from the severed neck like a fountain, dyeing the screen behind the master's seat a brilliant scarlet.
From Chu Fan's sudden attack, to Xiao Tianyuan's death, to the slaughter of three Incense Masters—it had all happened in the span of a few short breaths.
