The sword light shattered the sky, scattering everything in its path.
A distance of hundreds of meters was covered in just a few breaths before the sword. Wherever the sword light passed, not a single Deserter could withstand its edge.
Those quick enough could barely avoid this fatal crisis; those slower, or unlucky enough to be directly in front of the sword edge, perished instantly, without even a moment to struggle.
By the time the sword edge reached the one-eyed Deserter, at least twenty or thirty Deserters had already died under this sword.
"Who are you?!"
Staring intently at Lu Qing, the one-eyed Deserter asked in a deep voice.
"Brother Lu!"
Upon seeing Lu Qing, Wang Junze completely relaxed, trying hard to suppress his excitement, he bowed and greeted.
