[Ugh, sorry everyone. It's past midnight; something came up and delayed the update. Heh, while I'm at it, could I ask for some recommendation tickets? Brothers and sisters, Xiaodao needs your support!]
Mo Feifei hadn't even processed what was happening when the guards in front of her leaped into the air, each drawing their weapon. But their reaction was too rushed. How could they possibly withstand a sword strike from Qin Li, one so full of killing intent?
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
The Treasure Sword in Qin Li's hand, glinting with a cold light, suddenly blurred into a flurry of afterimages. Chilling purple Sword Qi pierced through the skulls of the three advancing Guards without the slightest resistance.
These three poor souls were Profound Level Martial Artists, each holding a respectable position in their own family. Yet they died violent deaths without even having time to let out a single scream.
