SWISH!
A stunning sword light imbued with the phantom of a golden dragon swooped down from thesky, cleaving the young man in two.
Blood splashed, falling from mid-air.
The young man didn't even have time to scream before Jun Moxiao's sword killed him.
After slaying these two disciples of the Shen Heng Sect, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao looked at each other, their expressions excited, their bodies trembling slightly.
This was their first major victory since entering the Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range to seek revenge against the Shen Heng Sect.
Jun Moxiao's eyes glistened. "Senior Sister," he said excitedly, "every time I kill a disciple of the Shen Heng Sect, I feel like I've avenged our deceased master a little more!"
"Yes!"
Luo Li nodded emphatically, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.