With the horrified eyes of the Xia family soldiers, Huang Kai's double-bladed scimitar started to spin like a fan as it emitted a terrifying heat.
Huang Kai had an evil smile on his face as he walked through the entire army with the spinning scimitar, creating a fiery line in the army of the Xia family.
Due to the absence of the second-stage martial artist, they couldn't stop him. The most powerful in the army were the captains, who were third-stage martial artists, and although they could beat him, that's only when they were organised. With the army in chaos and no commander, the Xia family was like a headless fly being slaughtered one by one.
Huff! Huff!
Huang Kai took deep breaths as he perspired. His clothes were already stained with the blood of hundreds; however, the spinning fiery two-bladed scimitar was slowly dimming, as if it was running out of fuel. The fiery light was gradually becoming dark, as if it was returning to being an ordinary scimitar again.
