The bronze sword in Lěng Yè's hand sliced through the night sky. Incomparably sharp, it severed the enemy's throat in a fraction of a second. With a dull thud, the enemy's head rolled to the ground. Lěng Yè did not pause; pushing aside the fallen body, he continued forward.
At the gates of the Lěng estate, Lěng Xuéliáng and the others witnessed this scene in utter shock.
"This... this person clearly harbors ill intentions!"
Chapter 636