However, this petite body of Ling Chen was accompanied by a seemingly endless bone chilling killing intent!
What happened next left all those present in shock. Ling Chen's body spun once, and her sword that had disappeared mysteriously reappeared back on her hand. Just as the whole group of men were still staring spellbound, the sword had already accomplished its mission. A whole twenty-seven mournful streams of blood sprayed out into the air, with Ling Chen looking as though she had just finished a beautiful dance, exiting the stage. Her white robes had nary a speck of dust on them, and as for the wildly spewing blood, not even a spot of it landed on her clothes!
In that instant, all the tendons of the twenty-seven men present had been completely sliced! One by one, they fell onto the ground, their screams comparable to the whistle of a steam train going at full blast!