The few Mages following Yuan Xin, who were willing to fight to the death and not abandon him at a time like this, were naturally his most trusted confidants.
"Kill!"
The Mages' faces turned vicious as they cast their Magic and charged forward.
They knew they couldn't escape their fate today. Words were useless, so they only hoped to take someone down with them before they died.
"SWISH!"
Xie Changge flicked his finger.
A speck of light shot from his fingertip, and in an instant, a Flying Sword shimmering with seven-colored light pierced through a man's heart.
The Smoke and Mist Sword!
Just as Zhu Ju had guessed, this sword had been left behind by a True Man from the Sword Sect.
It was refined from Smoke and Mist Qi and the Essence of the Five Qi, capable of shifting between illusory and real, possessing an indomitable power.
Although he himself was not a True Man, wielding the Smoke and Mist Sword allowed him to unleash a portion of a True Man's might.
