Something seemed to be wriggling on Lin Yan's sword, as if it had life, breathing softly.
Lin Yan paused for a moment, pulled out a Flying Saber with one hand, bringing out blood, and threw it to the ground, roaring, "Fatty, you deserve to die."
Zhou An's Flying Saber was similar to Su Changxing's Shadow Arrow, extremely subtle in flight, making it hard to detect.
Zhou An grabbed a Flying Saber, his aura not losing an inch, saying, "What's so arrogant? Soon your grandpa will stick this Flying Saber into your eye socket."
Su Changxing looked at the people surrounding them, flashed a gentle smile, and said, "Those who don't want to die, step back ten paces now."
Many looked at each other with a hint of hesitation, but seeing the situation, it seemed they were on the advantageous side.
After all, they had the numbers, whereas the other side had only two men.
