These black-clothed swordsmen who abandoned their bows for swords’ bodies were beaten rotten, bones snapped, becoming muddled clumps of flesh as they landed on the ground.

Even if their hearts were steady like boulders, these black clad swordsmen’s eyes still completely became red, releasing vicious, almost inhuman howls.

However, the white clad woman was still standing there, perfectly unharmed, only raindrops and the blood of enemies landing on her body.

The distressed faced middle-aged man and the green clad ‘assistant’ with an oil paper umbrella in hand walked together. However, just like before, they still only spectated, watched as the last black clad swordsman’s scream tore through the air, body flying through the sky, and then landed on the ground, no longer displaying a trace of life.

On the muddy path, there was only the white-clothed woman, the grim-faced middle-aged man, the oil paper umbrella holding green clad ‘assistant, as well as Li Qilong who held magistrate pens left, only these four standing.

This world entered a momentary peacefulness. There was only the light pattering of rain, no one trying to seize the initiative to attack.

The dazzling giant axe in the white-clothed woman’s hands was still dripping blood. Her eyes first...