Pei Huaian brandished his long sword, shades of it blinking in and out of existence as he ended the lives of two bandits.
A quarter of an hour later, only a few bandits remained, and An Shi's face was already covered in bloodstains.
The scar-faced man's eyes widened in shock, these two lads looked thinner than himself, yet they were so formidable!
"Who the hell are you? Having such strength!" the scar-faced man stared at them warily.
Pei Huaian stood up, pointed his long sword at them, and said coldly, "Today, you must die."
Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man burst into laughter, "Ha ha... Just with you two milk-sops?"
"Is that so?" Pei Huaian smirked sarcastically, lightly tapped his toes on the ground, performed a beautiful spin in the air, and slashed his long sword with a cold gleam toward the scar-faced man.
