The smell of blood spread through the inn, quickly staining the floor red.
Hundreds of people, in less than three breaths, were all decapitated.
Yet Sunset Three Laughs was expressionless, as if he had just done something very ordinary, supporting Wu Hua as they headed towards the counter.
Killing people, and they were all of different races, Lin Hao would not object.
He glanced at Sunset Three Laughs, and then, his heart submerged in the vision he had seen before in the sands, the figure wielding a knife in the left hand and a sword in the right, executing that profound set of blade techniques.
Sunset Three Laughs was able to fuse and comprehend the true essence and deduce the Supreme Battle Skill from just a few shouts in the sands; Lin Hao could do the same.
This was the first time Lin Hao truly witnessed the True Skills of the Three Realms of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.
The techniques demonstrated by the Flame Winged Dragon were nothing in comparison.
