In almost the blink of an eye, Bai Ziyue saw a burly middle-aged man with a lithe figure, holding a long saber in one hand and gripping a big box in the other. He also had a huge cloth bag slung across his back, leaping towards Bai Ziyue's direction amidst the whistling wind.
The big box was obviously heavy, his arm bulging with veins, taut and tense, yet even so, his speed was not slow. Each step he took covered a distance of three to five meters.
And he landed without a sound, with no trace left by his steps, clearly possessing an extremely advanced lightweight skill.
A Sunburst Gang disciple, carrying a big bag on his back, happened to emerge from a house, only to see the burly man approaching. Before he could react, a blood-colored long saber slashed down.
"Die!"
The burly man snorted coldly, his figure swiftly passing by.
On the ground, there was now a corpse that was almost split in half.
"A third-class expert!"
