"You... you..."
This saber strike was extremely fast, and the sharpness it carried was astounding. Zhao Ku, whose head had already been severed, still managed to emit a few syllables with his mouth wide open, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
He, the dignified Deputy Hall Master of Ink Scale Hall, considered a high-level figure in Cyan Fish Gang, was decapitated so unfairly tonight?
With intense unwillingness, Zhao Ku turned his head in despair to look at Vice Gang Leader Gongyang Jue, who was seated at the head.
Then, with a thud, his head fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.
Then.
"Splash—!"
The blood vessels that had been severed belatedly spurted blood five steps away, and after several blood exchanges, the hot red blood of the Martial Artist gushed out on the floor, creating a bloody path through the meat and wine-filled inner hall, adding a salty stench to the air.
