Xie Guannan swung his sword, and wherever the Black Sword swept, a harsh tearing sound echoed through the air. The seventy-two knights fell like autumn leaves, blood splashing to dye the earth crimson.
"Fiend!"
The last knight roared, despair and fury gleaming in his eyes. He raised his spear in a desperate attempt to counterattack, but Xie Guannan cut him down with a single stroke, reducing him to a pile of wreckage.
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