Faced with this squad, even Zhao Tianjie would likely be thrown into chaos and forced to temporarily retreat.
But Lin Beichen didn't even glance at them. His figure flickered, catching a streak of green light in mid-air. The green light from the withered tree floated past the fallen leaves, instantly transforming into a large blade that slashed towards the distance.
The blade spun in the air, like a blood-dripping device, passing by the five people in an instant.
The five people at the back only felt darkness before their eyes, and in the next moment, their heads fell to the ground, blood flowing incessantly.
Xu Hongzhu stood in the pavilion, overlooking the scene clearly.
As soon as these five people made a move, before they could even touch Lin Beichen, their heads were chopped off and they fell into the lake.
"This is…"
Xu Hongzhu's body stiffened, as if struck dumb.
