"Kill!"
Zhong Lin leaped into the crowd, his Ghost Head Blade sweeping down through the air, forcefully compressing the surrounding air to create a brief vacuum. A streak of white flashed by, and a Protector in front of him was instantly disemboweled.
The might of his blade was so fierce and overwhelming.
At that moment, Zhong Lin seemed to merge with his long blade. Wherever his mind focused, the blade's light would be there.
This was the charm of the full-level "Wind-breaking Saber Technique," reaching the realm of its creator.
Human Blade Unity, a Grandmaster of blade techniques.
A sinister smile appeared on Zhong Lin's lips as he stepped forward, power surging, his blade's light unstoppable and unopposable.
Killing.
Leaping.
Drawing the blade.
Killing again.
In the midst of the crowd, Zhong Lin moved like an agile ape, his blade cutting with precision. The atmosphere was tragic, and his aura grew increasingly heavy.
