120 people is the sword

He opened his eyes, his gaze as piercing as torchlight.

"Sword Qi! Vanish!" Chen Hao said coldly.

In that moment, he felt a connection with the ruthless sword in his hand.

It could be said that the ruthless sword had become an extension of his hand; to be precise, he had become the ruthless sword. This is what is meant by "the sword is in the man, the man is in the sword, they are as one!"

Chen Hao finally understood why sometimes Ye Heng did not draw his sword, yet he would kill a man within ten steps, and slaughter thousands within a hundred steps.

Because man is a sword in essence, there is no need to draw another!

A flash of sword light, and the glare of its chill brilliance overshadowed the glow of the streetlamps on either side of the road.

"Whoosh whoosh" sounded urgently!

Two swirls of inner strength, like swift winds, collided, shaking the withered branches and leaves from the surrounding dead trees!