Having cut down three men in succession, An Jing’s white robe with golden trim was not even stained by a drop of blood. Even the blade of his Mysterious Iron Long Saber remained as pristine as if it were brand new, untouched by the slightest filth.
If he had been using a weapon, the grey-cloaked Martial Artists would have had no doubt that he could cut down all his attackers without incident. Regardless of who they were, not a single one among them doubted this.
But what if he were empty-handed?
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