Nie, the Deacon's glasses had flown off, his body drenched in blood. Hiding behind a utility pole, he shouted, "This isn't right, the facial resemblance was over eighty percent, so how did it turn into a Sword Sect?"
He was extremely nearsighted; without his glasses, he couldn't distinguish between humans and animals beyond ten meters.
The glass walls of the street shops were shattered by bullets, cracks crisscrossing the surrounding staircases, and the utility poles trembled as they splintered. The city's Neon had been obliterated by the battle.
Gu Cibei strode through the ruined long street, clutching an Iron Sword.
His eyes flickered with a bizarre Deep Blue, and the Ghost Slayers who dared to ambush him were torn to fragments before they could approach. Others, just nearing him, were decapitated with a single sword, their heads rolling to the ground only to be crushed underfoot.
