C708 Let Me Busy Myself

Fifteen men in black fell as the swift sword slashed their necks. The blade moved like lightning, leaving a mark as thin as a willow leaf. Only after they breathed their last did blood slowly seep from the nearly invisible cuts. The small, dark sword, like a stream of fire, swiftly returned to Wuji's sleeve.

Surveying the lifeless bodies around him, Wuji casually tossed aside a tree branch