A Runic Soldier!

Wang Baole might have ironclad control over himself. However, the sight of the corpse and its identity token still sent Wang Baole shaking. His breathing quickened. He had no time to think, as a sudden intense sense of danger erupted near him.

Wang Baole retreated almost as soon as he sensed danger, but he had been caught by surprise by the appearance of the identity token and had been one step too slow. That delayed his retreat. This complicated his original plan to leave the area with minimal injury.

The black light approached instantly, thundering, and collided with the tri-colored flying sword. The sword buzzed as if hit by a sudden immense force. As it shook, the single strand of black light split into ten strands suddenly. They criss-crossed and headed towards Wang Baole from different directions. They seemed intent on slicing him into multiple pieces.