Say Not that the Martial Arts World is Distant, Say that the Worldly Realm is Far Away!
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The lightning-quick blow had caught Zhao Binglong completely by surprise.
When the two warm halves of his bloodied body separated at the center, Zhao Binglong watched the man’s organs drop to the ground, feeling his legs giving up on him. He could not run even if he had wanted to.
On the other side of his body, the silhouette in black strolled across lightly; a saber in his hand. More than twenty lives had been lost in an instant.
He did not seem to have expended much effort, his physical skills were incredibly peculiar. He was obviously standing in front of one’s eyes yet he seemed to possess no physical form. Only his saber shone cruelly in the dark night, each glint accompanied by the gleam of blood!
He was silently killing but his speed was no slower than that of the man in green.
Each strike of his saber elegantly and unhurriedly carved a life away.
Zhao Binglong had entirely lost his courage and soul by now. He scrambled to stand and run towards the backyard.