When the big man suddenly dropped dead, and Chen Ping'an—an unassuming Martial Artist of the Fourth Martial Realm—unexpectedly produced two Flying Swords, the crowd of bandits hoping to kill and plunder was stunned at first, suspecting their intelligence was flawed.
Then a second thought struck them: great wealth is sought through mortal peril. Now that the Flying Swords were trapped and there was one less person to share the spoils, it felt like an absolute godsend.
The black-robed Sword Cultivator's sleeves rippled without wind as several sword beams brewed within, ready to burst forth at any moment.
Chapter 115