The blade flashed by, leaving no one able to withstand a single move, only splattering blood and flying heads, mixed with piercing screams, composing a symphony of hell.
Liu Yujiao in the distant woods was dumbfounded.
She never expected this handsome young man to possess such formidable strength and be so ruthless in his actions.
Just then, Zhao Ya, who was unstoppable and harvested heads as if chopping vegetables, felt his sword suddenly pause, followed by a crisp clang.
Focusing his gaze, he saw a burly man standing in front of him, wielding a giant axe to block his sword.
Even though the giant axe was very broad, making Zhao Ya's short sword appear as thin as a toothpick in comparison, the burly man's face still showed a hint of exertion.
At the same time, his heart was filled with shock.
For just that simple parry had numbed his hands, indicating how terrifying Zhao Ya's strength was.
Where did such a master suddenly appear from?
