The highest-cultivated Zhang Hu and Hou Long had already sensed something was off, but it was too late.
A phantom flashed by, and cold, sharp sword shadows connected into a single streak.
Swish swish swish.....
The four men clutched their throats and fell to the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief.
They never would have thought they'd be killed in their own lair.
Nor did they expect that the intruder's body technique was so fast, able to sever their throats in an instant.
"That was quite thrilling."
Unless absolutely necessary, Chu Ming didn't want to alert the enemy.
He could sever the throats of the four men in an instant mainly because he had the advantage of surprise.
In a normal fight, he could sever the throats of two bandit leaders instantly, but not Zhang Hu and Hou Long. After all, they were Yellow Level Transcendence Realm martial artists of the seventh layer. In a direct confrontation, he could kill one with a single move, but not both.
