C186 A Missing Shaman

Zhao Lin chuckled softly as his Magic Sword glinted with an icy chill. With a swift motion, he unleashed a wave of sword energy that sliced through the air, eliciting several agonized screams. The men standing beside the middle-aged figure were severed at the waist, falling to the ground. "Bastard, kill him!" the middle-aged man bellowed, fury in his voice