C219 Battle

A deluge of swords left trails through the door and walls of the jacket-clad man's home, marks the size of fingers whistling with the wind. Qin Fann touched his face, feeling the blood trickle from the tiny cuts.

The sword that had materialized before Ming had slashed Qin Fann's face. These airborne blades were nearly as powerful as their specially crafted counterparts.

Ming regarded Qin Fann