The Trade

"Kill!"

An officer of the alliance rushed up the 35-yard city wall as he waved his sword in his hands. "Let there be blood!"

"Screech!"

The blood-tainted sword complemented the Hundred Casted Knife perfectly as both weapons sliced through the general's armour effortlessly. The surrounding officers and soldiers flew backwards uncontrollably as their blood spewed from their necks.

Only a Meridian Opening Grandmaster would be able to create such a devastating effect!

"Die!"

At this point in time, this officer had already caught the attention of the guards on the city walls. A platoon of guards donned in gold armour and equipped with long spears started to holler as they attempted to lunge at the officer.

"Whoosh!"

In mid-air, he could deflect three spear lunges, but that was all he could do.

In the next moment, the 4 other spears heading towards him sunk into his armour without hesitation, releasing blood from his body.