From the moment that guy drew his blade against him, the outcome was already set in stone.
And under this kind of atmosphere, that guy's greatsaber was already cleaving down through the air.
The massive blade, carrying the puff-puff sound of air being torn apart, chopped straight toward Lin Yi's head.
One meter, half a meter, ten centimeters.
Clang!
Seeing the blade about to fall on Lin Yi's head, the brawny man who had charged over already had a cruel grin on his face.
At the same time, his heart was filled with smugness. Bastard, no matter who you are, no matter how arrogant you act, right now you're about to become a soul beneath my blade!
At a time like this, who cares whether you're the Emperor of Zhao Country or the Emperor of Dayou?
No matter who you are, in the very next second you're going straight down to report to King Yama.
As if he could already taste success, the corners of his mouth split all the way to his ears, that cruel smile plastered across his face.
