Next, Liu Changsheng faced the attack of the motorcyclists, easily countering them. The disparity in strength between the two sides quickly became evident. Though Liu Changsheng was alone, he utterly annihilated the opponents.
One, five, ten...
The number of dead continued to increase, but even now, Liu Changsheng's body bore not the slightest injury.
Before long, only two stunned motorcyclists remained before him, sitting on their bikes, not daring to advance a single step further.
They were completely shaken by the visitor's brutal slaughter, shivering uncontrollably.
The two exchanged a glance, planning to escape, then sped away in two directions.
They thought that by fleeing in different directions, they had a fifty percent chance of survival, as Liu Changsheng could only pursue one direction.
However, the two underestimated the strength of a cultivator. Forget two directions—even if there were four, Liu Changsheng could ensure anyone he wanted dead, died for certain.
