They had already seen the wide road of the First Estate littered with a large number of corpses. Some bore the marks of being torn by thunder, but most had been pierced through vital points with a sword, either the heart or a large part of the neck cut open. Without exception, the swordsmanship was precise, almost terrifying.
Stepping past the shoulders of numerous Jianghu experts, they moved forward.
With a flick of his finger, Wang Anfeng sent a longsword shooting out, leaving only a brilliant streak of light in the air.
Pu Jianmu clenched his right hand tightly and swung it violently forward. The Qi Mechanism was solid and domineering, colliding with the flying sword. Wang Anfeng used only a common weapon employed by First Estate disciples for practice, nothing special. With one punch, it was smashed and dropped to the ground.
