Feng Wu only made it ten steps before she was stopped.
A man dressed like a bandit blocked her way.
Before she could say a word, the man in a headscarf brandished his weapon and swung at Feng Wu's face.
Feng Wu drew out the Fallen Star Sword on her back.
It glinted like a streak of cold light.
And the others thought they could hear a thunderclap!
Nothing would be able to compete with the Fallen Star Sword!
"Get out of my way!"
Feng Wu pointed the sword at the bandit.
But the bandit only grinned eerily at Feng Wu and charged at her as if he didn't care about his life.
"If you won't, I'll wash my Fallen Star Sword with the blood of you people!"
Thud!
As soon as Feng Wu said those words, the blade slit the bandit's throat open.
His head then rolled on the ground, and blood gushed from the headless neck.
Feng Wu was already running up the slope.
