Bright red blood spurted from the neck of Wang Li's headless corpse. Jiang Yun was the closest, and she was splattered with it.
She had reached Small Success in the Skin Grinding Realm and was a Great Success Blade Master who had been through life-and-death battles. But the black-clad figure was simply too fast. With a sudden flash, his Long Saber stirred a faint breeze, and a bloody gash appeared on Jiang Yun's neck.
She didn't even realize it at first, remaining frozen in her stance, still holding the wine pot. When she tried to cry out, she only felt a sweet taste at the back of her throat, unable to make a sound. In her eyes, the black-clad figure moved like a specter. His Long Saber was so swift it seemed shadowless. In a series of flashes, Wang Cong and the two other men had their throats slit as they sat in their chairs.
The light in Jiang Yun's eyes suddenly dimmed, and in an instant, she was gone.
THUD!
THUD!
