"SWISH."
Ning Jiang's sword sliced through the air, letting out a soft hum.
"SQUELCH."
"Ah!"
Along with Qian Lan's piercing shriek, one of her arms was severed. Blood gushed like a fountain, and the immense pain twisted her once delicate, beautiful face into a savage mask.
"Fang Zheng, Wu Yu, you were once bullied, and I was the one who stepped in to get you justice. But you cast aside honor for personal gain and betrayed my trust. This strike is for the loyalty you owe me!"
As he spoke, Ning Jiang struck twice in quick succession.
The moment he moved, Fang Zheng and Wu Yu were already retreating in a hurry.
But when the White Head Sword Sect made a move, who could possibly escape?
Not even an Innate Realm expert could, let alone a few insignificant Postnatal Realm cultivators like them.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The two men screamed in agony as each lost an arm.
"And finally, you, Yao Tong!"
