C1785 Li He Who Was Fleeing in Panic

Zhang Xing didn't pause in his turn, but as he did so, the axe on his shoulder stirred. A flash of cold steel sliced through the air, and before the Captain's blade could fully gleam, the chill cut clean through his neck. By then, Zhang Xing had already taken his first step. On the second, he stood before the thirty motionless figures. The third step sent their heads, Captain's included