Then, his figure blurred. In the eyes of the nearest hunter, Yu Xuan simply vanished.
A heartbeat later — shhk!
The hunter's head was already rolling across the ground, its body collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.
For the first time, the other hunters hesitated. The ones surrounding Lingluo took note of him as a threat, their glowing eyes flickering as if stunned.
Yu Xuan caught the subtle exchange, they nodded faintly at one another.
'They're communicating… telepathically?'
Two hunters broke formation, rushing him with inhuman speed, while a third moved toward the fresh corpse.
Yu Xuan's lips curled in disdain.
Ignoring the attackers, he shot forward like a crimson streak, his sword humming with killing intent. The hunter reaching for the corpse barely registered his presence before being reduced to shredded chunks, his body scattering across the forest floor.
The sound of tearing flesh still lingered in the air when a sudden rustle swept through the trees.
