His chilling words were accompanied by the rustle of movement.
From within the dense thicket of thorns, a tall figure in a dark blue robe slowly emerged. He stood as straight and sharp as a Long Sword.
Although his hair was a mess and his body was spattered with blood, making him look utterly wretched, his eyes were piercingly bright.
His pupils seemed to swirl with countless streams of Sword Qi, making one's skin prickle at the mere sight of them.
He himself was like an unsheathed, peerless Divine Sword, radiating an edge sharp enough to shatter all in its path.
It was none other than Lin Fan, the fugitive they had been hunting.
In the distance, the guards and Knights holding back the two Great Demon Beasts turned pale with shock at the sight.
No one had expected Lin Fan, the man they'd been hunting, to show himself so brazenly at a time like this.
Who, then, was the person the others had been tracking?
