Bab 1544: Father, Is This A Flying Sword?

Ding!

There was a crisp sound of metal and rock clashing. Yiri's long saber, which he just pulled out, broke into tiny pieces of saber-flakes.

At the same time, a sword landed right in the middle of his face as he watched in horror.

Blood and an unknown substance squirted out in all directions. Yiri's body, without half of his head, fell gradually to the ground. He did not even have the time to finish his words.

"Sir!"

The prison guards all stared in disbelief. The best swordsman in the Falk Tribe was killed before he could even block an attack!

However, they did not have time to make a sound, for that man in black turned towards them immediately after killing Yiri.

The warden was killed in a single blow, but that did not quench their desire for survival. They pulled out their swords and sabers, while a low chant sounded in the background.