Chapter 397: Blood Painted Like a Masterpiece

"Shhk!" The sword was fast. The man was faster. The sword was ruthless. The man was even more ruthless. The sword showed no mercy, and neither did he. In the span of a single blink, Atreus Snazell, the Void Soaring Sect's young master who had been smug a heartbeat earlier, had his head taken clean off by one strike… "Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!" Sword qi swept through. Heads separated from bodies. Severed skulls spun through the air. The scene felt like reality had been cut into three frames, each...