Capítulo 210: Chapter 117: Death with eyes open (1/2)

Swords clashed with a blade.

The sword was a narrow demon blade, still stained with blood, while the other was nothing more than a plain wooden sword. When the two dissonant blades collided in the night, they emitted a clash as if evenly matched.

Murong Tong curled up inside the wagon, shivering uncontrollably.

The stall owner and the coachman were frozen in place, afraid to move.

Their faces were deathly pale, feeling a sharp pain between their eyebrows, exceptionally distinct.

So distinct it seemed as if, in the next moment, a long sword would fall upon them.

The nearby streets were lined with large mansions.

The whistling noise grew louder and louder.

Yet, the surroundings became even more deathly silent, like a ghost town devoid of people.