Lin Kuang hid in a large tree, his expression cold as he watched the scene unfold. He was not a bloodthirsty man, but these people wanted to kill him, so he absolutely would not spare them. With that thought, he slid silently down the tree trunk like a great roc. His sword, Nameless, flashed continuously, reaping the lives of his pursuers.
As the death toll rose, even Chen Zhongrui and Liu Daotong began to feel a chill of fear. After all, these were men dying one after another, and the mental pressure was terrifying.
"Lin Kuang! If you have any guts, come out and fight me!" Liu Daotong roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Chen Zhongrui echoed the challenge, hoping to bait Lin Kuang out of hiding. However, Lin Kuang refused to take the bait and continued his slaughter from the shadows.
