SHING—
In the dim mountain forest, the Golden Saber flashed past. The last Zhao Family Death Warrior's eyes went wide as he desperately clutched his throat with both hands.
SPURT!
Blood shot out like it was from a broken pipe.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP!
Blood from the Golden Saber fell drop by drop, gradually soaking the ground.
"Trash. I already told you to get lost...!"
THUD!
The despairing Death Warrior's body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Chen Han slowly shook his head and looked toward Chen Kun.
Martial Disciple Twelfth Layer!
'With my current strength in Body and Martial Dual Cultivation, instantly killing this bunch of trash only took the blink of an eye. Did that bastard Chen Kun really think he'd be some big shot just by bringing a group of people with him?'
"Do you understand the situation now?"
Slowly wiping the blood from his blade, Chen Han looked at Chen Kun, whose face was already deathly pale.
