Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a lone figure in white robes, sword in hand. In an instant, hundreds of soldiers charged toward Li Guanqi.0

He let out a quiet sigh, tightened his grip on his sword, and charged. In the dim alley, the gleam of his blade wove a continuous arc of silver light.0

Li Guanqi closed in on Tang Chongqing at lightning speed. Blood splattered around him as light flickered off his sword.0

Every strike of his blade was precise and ruthless. Limbs were severed and bodies torn apart, mixing with the pouring rain. Li Guanqi moved like the wind—swift and unstoppable.0

Amidst the relentless rain, he was a razor’s edge, cutting through every defense...0