บท 87: Myself and My Sword, That'll Be Enough!

The moment that the words were finished, a dazzling sword radiance glimmered across the air.

As the sword radiance flashed, blood spattered around from several people in black that were cut into two and died.

Su Mo held his sword with a sword radiance that was as bright as the moon, and a Sword Qi that was as abundant as the starlight.

Every time he swung his sword, blood spattered. Killing the men in black was as easy for him as cutting wheat.

A dozen people died in one second.

A man who accepted others' requests should try his best to accomplish them. Since he had accepted the mission, he had to ensure Ji Shuirou's safety.

"What?"

Ji Shuirou and the Ji clan's martial artists were thrilled. They had almost forgotten that there was a Gale Island's disciple.

Judging from his performance, Su Mo's abilities were no less than He Qian's and Dong Yue's, although his cultivation was not as good as theirs.

"Bastard!"