The enormous black heavy sword gave off an incomparable sense of weight and clumsiness, yet in Yang Qingtan's hands, it was as light as a feather.
As Yang Qingtan finished speaking word by word, his sword had already decapitated two men and pierced through their heads, skewering them on his massive black sword.
Everyone saw the heads of the two men, like evil ghosts, suddenly impaled by the huge black sword, with blood and white brain matter splattering out, staining the blade of the black sword.
However, no one saw how Yang Qingtan drew his sword or how he managed to decapitate the two men first.
It seemed that as he spoke each word, all of this happened in the same instant!
The famous 'Sword of Slaughter' wielded by Zhou Yuan was fast, but still not as imposing as Yang Qingtan's sword.
"Now, you are dead, so your resources are mine for cultivation," Yang Qingtan said softly.