"What?"

The leader of the Blood Knife Bandits laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke, sneering, "I want to see how you plan to kill me with one sword!"

He suddenly gripped the blood-red knife he carried on his back, and the eleven Spirit Apertures within him erupted, unleashing an astonishing aura.

Though he possessed a Third-Grade Bloodline and average talent, he had cultivated diligently for over thirty years, mastering several High-Grade Mortal Rank martial techniques to perfection, and his body had become as tough as steel.