Almost at the same time, Sword Eight's figure shot backward as he let out a furious roar.
At this moment, he was a pitiful sight to behold.
His clothes were reduced to tattered strips. Not only was everything down to his underwear riddled with holes, but his face was also swollen like a pig's head, clearly the result of countless punches.
His body was also red and swollen, covered in conspicuous, bright red fist prints.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Sword Eight had been beaten by Lin Hao so badly that he could only open his eyes to a slit, and that was with him trying his hardest to widen them.
His eyes, narrowed to slits, were now filled with utter shock.
No one knew better than him what had just happened.
Just now, that seemingly ordinary sword strike of his had a name—Phantom Kill!
