"Spirit Severing Sword!"
Xiao Ming pointed at another faction member with two fingers modeled like a tiny sword and slashed without restraint.
AHHHH!
With a loud screech, the targeted party let out a sorrowful wail when they suddenly rubbed at their forehead and discovered a gaping hole had appeared dripping with fresh crimson human blood.
A look of disbelief settled on their faces as their weapon, a flying sword, lost its glow, becoming dull and dropping to the ground, stripped of all luster and no different from scrap metal.
Finally, one of the charging five aside from Liu Haotian met with Xiao Ming himself.
He threw out a berserk punch hoping to turn the opponent into a splatter of meat and blood.
Xiao Ming very precisely and coldly calculated the other party's movement and attack path, grabbing them very firmly on their fist as they punched forward.
With a silent consciousness attack swiftly and subtly released, he stunned the other party mid attack for a moment.
