The man let out a scream that didn't sound human, desperately spinning to kick.
Fang Che's sword light descended relentlessly, meeting the kick head-on.
With a boom, the man rolled away like a gourd.
Fang Che pursued fiercely from above.
One slash after another, blood continuously spurted from the man's body.
Blood sprayed along the path.
In the final roll, when his left hand finally grasped his sword, despair flashed in his eyes.
He was a Right Hand Sword.
He was not used to using his left hand.
But his right hand had been cut off at the first opportunity.
Without hesitation, the long sword left his hand, throwing towards Fang Che, and he exerted force to escape.
A flash of sword light.
Fang Che's long blade left his hand, with a swish, piercing through.
The man continued to run wildly for more than ten steps with a transparent hole in his chest and back, then collapsed headfirst on the ground, twitching a few times before he stopped moving.
