The long saber let out a sharp, ringing hum as nine afterimages merged into a single, snow-white gleam.
VMM! Man and saber as one, he slashed through a distance of thirty feet.
The blade flashed like a ribbon of light, tearing through the air with the roar of a dragon and the cry of a tiger.
His strength completely spent, Su Mu dropped to one knee.
A few steps behind him, a head with messy, unbound hair rolled off its neck and tumbled to the ground.
Blood gushed like a waterfall.
The blood was as black as ink and gave off a sickening stench.
Just then, the sound of frantic footsteps echoed from the mouth of the alley.
Zhao Ji burst into the alley, leading seven or eight constables.
The moment he saw the bodies scattered everywhere, his expression changed dramatically.
"Su Mu! What's going on here?!"
Zhao Ji demanded.
