SWISH! A jet-black straight blade, trailing an afterimage, stabbed straight toward Li Huowang's chest.
Li Huowang whipped his head around and glared. The stabbing blade stopped dead, just inches from his brow. As Li Huowang's eyes flew wide open, the blade—along with its wielder—was forcibly twisted into a pretzel with a sickening, grating sound.
Li Huowang had dispatched this enemy quickly, but the situation hardly improved. There were many of them, and they were all incredibly strong—far from ordinary opponents. Furthermore, they had snatched his weapons the moment they struck. They had clearly come prepared.
A man dressed as a farmer glanced at the mangled body on the ground, then immediately stuck two pinky fingers into his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
