A sharp sword stained with blood penetrated their dantian. The sword had penetrated one person with such force that it went straight through his body and penetrated the other person, impaling the two people together.
Blood dripped down the edge of the sword, but no trace of blood could be seen on their black clothes. However, the bright red blood that dropped onto the ground drop by drop was dazzling and eye-catching.
Fan Lin put one hand behind his back and walked forward step by step until he came to the front of those two men. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and said warmly: "I haven't killed anyone in a long time so I am a bit out of practice and your death is a bit unsightly."
As soon as he had spoken, he withdrew the sharp sword on his hand and the two men fell onto the ground as blood splattered everywhere.
