Blood Flowing Like River
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
With murderous intent in his mind, Qingfeng was like a Killing God. He kept swinging his sword, tearing through the air and frightening the surrounding people. Each blow from him was always accompanied by a head falling down to the ground.
The disciples of the Crimson Blood Sect, Ghost King Palace and the Assassins from the Russian Assassin School were like ants in Qingfeng Li's hands, being slaughtered by him in a defenseless manner.
"Young master, help us." The disciples of Crimson asked Cold Blood for help with horror filling their eyes. They had been frightened to death by Qingfeng Li who was a devil, overcoming their apprehension of Cold Blood.
"Your Majesty Hell King, save us!" The men of the Ghost King Palace also shouted with a panicking tone.
"Instructor, help." The Russian assassins cried out as well, wishing they could flee right now.