"Next lifetime, perhaps!"
With that said, Frostblade swung her blade with precision.
"No..." The man let out a hysterical scream, his eyes filled with a twisted expression.
The blade flashed from his waist, and his body was cleaved into two parts, falling to the ground one after the other, blood gushing wildly. Frostblade glanced at the ground and turned around to run towards the incoming road.
She had just arrived by the car when she saw the man with a hooked nose being forced back ten steps by Azure Fang's sword aura, leaving deep footprints on the hard ground. Frostblade didn't hesitate at all, raised her sword and charged forward. A fierce and sharp sword technique was swiftly unleashed, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound in the air.
"Hmm?" The hawk-nosed man, who had already been injured by Azure Fang, had his pupils shrink in a cold flash. Without much time to think, he took a deep breath and quickly dodged to the side. However, he was still a bit too slow, and his body bore several bloody gashes from the sharp blade, with jets of blood spewing forth.
"No..."
What filled him with despair was that, just as his figure hadn't fully steadied, a curved blade with the force of a thunderbolt swung forth.
The blade from Azure Fang had sliced directly into his shoulder as his arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground.
"Ah..." The hawk-nosed man let out a scream of agony.
Before the sound had even faded, it abruptly ceased. The scimitar in Frostblade's hand swept across his throat, and a head tumbled to the ground, blood splattering the pillar.
"Are you okay?" Frostblade then looked at the wound on Azure Fang's body and asked, with a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.
"No big deal!" Azure Fang smiled slightly. "It's been a while since we last met, and your swordsmanship has improved again!"
"You're still far away from me!" Frostblade responded lightly, "Let's go, to boss's place!"
"Okay!" Azure Fang nodded.
After they left, ten SHADOW men appeared and took away the bodies lying on the ground.
...
Chilly Wave Club was one of the top three entertainment venues ranked by Ozin.
It was not yet 6 PM, but the club was already packed with people and buzzing with excitement.
In a large private room on the first floor, ten foreign men were each holding onto a hostess as they partied wildly. Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man who looked to be under fifty. He had a fierce expression and a particularly menacing scar on his face. His eyes flashed with coldness like that of a wild beast from time to time. From his aura, it could be seen that he was a Half-Step Warlord. The others in the room were all Battle Generals except for one who had been a Tier-two Battle God.
"Haha, my lord, Glavalian women are really something else! Each one is more than enough!" A curly-haired man held onto his hostess while grinning and raising his glass.
"You have no taste. The beautiful women of Glavale aren't found in bars or clubs. Haven't you seen those movie stars? They're all so ethereal." Another man took a puff at a cigar and said.
"But we can't even touch them! I like these girls, you can let them do anything as long as you give them money." The curly-haired man held the girl much tighter.
"You hurt me..." The girl furrowed her brow, her body squirming a bit.
But before she could complete her words, she was smacked by the curly-haired man.
"You little tramp, you think you're some kind of celebrity? Not happy with just a little play?"
As he spoke, he grabbed a black bag from the side and then threw a stack of bills at the girl.
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