The Slaughter

"Squat down!" Zhao Qing Ying shouted as he arrived at the central square.

With his index and middle fingers straightened, forming his hand like a sword, he swiped across.

Sending a slicing wave horizontally.

Whoosh.

The slicing wave swept across the hordes of Skin Puppets.

The next moment, the Skin Puppets were cut into two parts.

Thud.

Sounds of muted thuds echoed in the central square as the upper portions of their bodies fell onto the ground.

"Senior martial uncle!"

"We are saved!"

The disciples cheered as they saw what had happened.

Zhao Qing Ying had easily dealt with those pesky Skin Puppets.

However, it was short-lived as more Skin Puppets came forward from behind.

"We meet again!" A low voice boomed in the air.

The Dark Lord lunged at Zhao Qing Ying.

Every step he took cracked the bricks of the central square.