Quick, fierce, accurate.
Simple, brutal.
Any dazzling tricks pale in comparison to life-taking moves.
Two swords to end it all.
The entire venue fell silent.
More than a dozen Martial Artists at the Sixth Layer, all annihilated by Fang Yu with a single sword strike in the time it takes to breathe.
They didn't even have the chance to self-destruct.
The mercenaries, faces filled with terror, eyes bulging, unbelievingly staring at the bisected corpses on the ground.
Blood flowed freely.
Forming twisting, tiny rivers.
Under the scorching sun, it quickly coagulated together.
Finally, a foreigner couldn't hold it in any longer, and roared:
"Oh! Damn it! A madman… A madman!"
"I have to run! I need to escape... help! help!"
Fang Yu's face was indifferent, eyes looking forward, holding his sword aloft, formidable and awe-inspiring.
Seeing more than a dozen warriors around the Sixth Layer killed instantly, the faces of the four Great Elders of the Lu Family changed slightly.