"Whoosh~" The high-rank Spirit Bridge disciple of the Demon Sect had barely made his move and had not even flown a hundred meters yet before he was stopped by a middle-aged man in armour.
This man, clad in black armor, was entirely covered in armour and armed with a large sword, revealing only his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
The moment he appeared, he swiftly closed in on the Demon Sect disciple.
"Whoosh~" A sharp screech rose with the gusty winds, followed by a swift flash of green light emanating from the sword, cutting across the waist of the disciple.
"Clap~"
With a swift stroke of the sword, the body of the Demon Sect disciple was abruptly severed into two from mid-air, falling rapidly and heavily onto the ground.
"Who dares to harm a man from my Wu'an Army!" The man in black armour shouted aloud.
A thought arose in Shen Zhui's heart; this voice seemed somewhat familiar.