Bab 87: True Midnight Massacre

On the old street with flames soaring into the sky, a snow-white saber light suddenly bloomed in the night.

Clang!

Yang Wanli heard the sound of the saber being drawn from behind, and his blood went cold. He immediately wanted to smash the wailing girl's head.

But the sound of the saber being drawn was clearly above the city gate tower behind him. He raised his hand, but he found that the hammer in his hand didn't fall.

Swoosh!

Hot blood splattered on his and the little girl's faces.

From the corner of his eye, he realized that what he was raising was only half of an arm that had been chopped off!

His right hand holding the hammer had left his body at some point in time and was falling to the ground.

This saber move had been unbelievably fast, and the saber's blade hadn't even been visible.