Chapter Thirteen: Heaven, Earth, Human, Three Demons_3

This was the first time Fang Han had killed a person, a living breathing person. At first, he was somewhat uncomfortable, but when the bandit's scimitar grazed his neck, barely missing half of his face, his discomfort disappeared completely. All that remained was the need to draw his sword, find a fatal target, dodge, and kill with lethal sword skills.

One by one, lives disappeared under his sword. Each time a sand bandit was killed by him, Fang Han's sensitivity heightened, sensing the aura of the departed souls.

He felt like he'd become Death itself, ceaselessly reaping lives.

These sand bandits ambushing the Yuhua Sect's Disciples numbered at least two thousand. Each one was vicious and fierce, killing as easily as if they were pulling grass. Their curved blades were capable of slicing through iron and jade and some of them were experts.

When they charged, their mere momentum would be enough to horrify anyone.

What are martial arts experts most afraid of?