"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Sword light filled the sky, shooting down toward the people on the ground. Only when that sword light fell right between their brows did they truly feel it—Zhang Menglong really wasn't afraid of anything; he really dared to kill them all!
"We'll go! We'll leave right now!"
Terror soaked everyone's backs in cold sweat. They shut their eyes and spat out their final plea for mercy.
That Sword Qi also halted at this hair‑trigger instant; some strands had even pierced into their brows, even into their skulls. If their plea for mercy had come a fraction of a second later, this Sword Qi would have punched straight through their heads.
Fresh blood slid down from Mo Lingyun's brow. His eyes were still dazed—this was the closest he had ever felt to death in his whole life. Only now did he realize how stupid it had been to threaten Zhang Menglong.
