In the darkened sky, the blood-red axe fireworks stood out starkly.
The citizens of Lingshui City, upon seeing this display, were so terrified that they felt half their souls had left them, running for their lives.
The people around fled quickly, but those approaching ca even quicker.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
That was the sound of boots on cobblestone streets.
In less than the ti it takes to drink half a cup of tea, this street was sealed off, as one after another, figures in black strode in.
They held axes in their hands, black headbands wrapped around their heads, exuding a nacing aura.
The crucial part was their steps; in Duan Yun’s eyes, these Axe Gang mbers were practically marching in a disciplined fashion.
Their legs kicked high and landed swiftly, moving in perfect unison, so their footsteps sounded almost in synchrony, like war drums, striking fear into people’s hearts.
Honestly, while this did create quite the imposing scene, in Duan Yun’s eyes, it seed a bit ludicrous.
It was as if their bodies were split in half; the upper halves wielding axes with ferocity, each with different postures, while the lower halves seed cast from the sa mold, marching in uniform steps.
One must admit, solely by the discipline of their marching, this Axe Gang was definitely not your typical group.
Duan Yun also realized that this synchronized march was so sort of array, which not only boosted their aura but also their killing intent.
In an instant, as about two hundred Axe Gang mbers marched forward, that killing intent coalesced, becoming like a dark cloud pressing down.
Facing this terrifying intent, the citizens who hadn’t managed to flee were completely terrified, unable to move at all.
An old man, who appeared to have a weak heart, had sat down abruptly on the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
Little Yin stood to the side, surveying the surroundings.
Following Old Demon Duan in their bloody endeavors, she had seen it all, but to witness a gang create such a spectacle was beyond her expectations.
She had teasingly ntioned Duan Yun causing trouble earlier, not expecting it to indeed stir up so commotion.
Instead, this made Little Yin excited.
She loved watching Old Demon Duan fight, the stronger the opponent, the better.
After all, after following Old Demon Duan for so long and even sparring with him, her threshold was quite high.
"Who did this?!"
"Who?!"
At this mont, a burly man with a black and gold headband, even his axe adorned with gold edges, arrived at Wang Sishui’s corpse, shouting loudly.
He appeared brawny and rugged, with a bushy beard, but his voice was surprisingly high-pitched.
Yes, similar to a woman’s sharp voice.
This being Yun State’s territory, along with the way he was clutching the corpse mournfully, Duan Yun reasonably suspected he was a heartbroken man-lover.
The bearded man surveyed the surroundings and said, "No one’s coming out?"
"Then kill them all!"
In order to find the culprit, he was willing to kill the wrong people, sparing none.
All the Axe Gang disciples stepped forward, about to start an indiscriminate slaughter on this street. Screams erupted from the crowd, but then a voice rang out— "I did it."
Duan Yun stepped forward, a gust of wind stirred, blowing his robe and hair, creating a striking image in Little Yin and others’ eyes.
The bearded man’s eyes turned red, displaying the look of soone who had lost sothing precious, he waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten axes whistled through the air, hurtling towards Duan Yun.
These axes flew with incredible speed and accuracy; to the onlookers, it seed as if they could already see a scene of Duan Yun covered in axes.
Under the Axe Gang’s blood axes, none survived.
Previously, they had witnessed a master of Qinggong, leaping three Zhang high, thinking he could escape, laughing as he flew away, only to suddenly have dozens of axes appear on his body and fall to his death.
Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!
It was like the sound of flowing water.
Duan Yun’s sleeves fluttered, and the surrounding air moved like water.
For a fleeting mont, he seed to have grown three heads and six arms, as his hands deftly caught sixteen axes, all of which he grasped tightly, spinning them to form a sphere.
The next instant, Duan Yun flicked his hand, and the spherical group of axes flew backward, crashing into the ranks of the Axe Gang.
In an instant, axes howled, striking the mbers of the Axe Gang, with screams resonating.
Duan Yun stood there, as if he hadn’t moved at all.
Duan Yun discovered that, as he practiced for over two and a half years, his mastery of True Qi beca more proficient, allowing him to craft techniques at will.
For instance, in this move of spinning axes, he even incorporated his understanding of Tai Chi Boxing.
Sixteen axes flew back into the Axe Gang’s formation, imdiately taking down twenty-eight mbers, twelve of whom were struck by the axes’ spinning force, causing the struck ones to spin as well, leading to them accidentally cleaving their own companions.
At this point, the bearded man lifted his head, perplexed, "A master?"
Yet, despite his surprise, he was not flustered. He discarded the corpse of his ’beloved’ to the ground and leaped into the Axe Gang’s formation.
"Blood Axe Manifestation!"
With his sharp shout, the Axe Gang mbers responded with a loud cry, and the previously dark cloud-like Evil Qi suddenly transford into nurous axe-shaped Dharma Images.
This array could condense Dharma Images, a unique technique indeed.
This transformation reminded Duan Yun of the White Socks Sect.
So of the White Socks Sect’s arrays allowed the blending of energy flows, enabling ordinary martial artists to combine and display the power of masters.
The Axe Gang’s array bore a similar resemblance.
The Martial World truly harbored hidden talents, even a gang had such unique rits.
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