"Run!"
The eyelids of the Feiyu City disciples twitched violently.
Long Chen raised his hand and swung his sword!
A thunder-infused Sword Qi erupted!
SQUELCH!
Blood splattered everywhere.
A thick, metallic stench of blood filled the air.
All the Feiyu City disciples perished on the spot.
The sole survivor, Wang Xianglong, lay convulsing on the ground, his face a mask of agony. His legs had been completely severed, and the overwhelming pain forced a scream from him like a pig being slaughtered.
With a flash, Long Chen appeared before Wang Xianglong.
Terrified, Wang Xianglong pleaded in a trembling voice, "No... don't kill me... I'm already like this! I've gotten what I deserve! Please, be merciful and spare my life..."
Long Chen chuckled. "Now you know fear? It's too late."
As his words fell, a cold light flickered. Wang Xianglong's head rolled to the ground.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
