Chapter 956

At that moment, Wyatt released his grip, and a shard of the broken sword fell from his palm, clattering to the ground, still stained with the blood of the black-clad man. Only then did everyone realize that Wyatt had used a piece of the black-clad man's sword to kill him. Looking at the decapitated corpse on the floor and the tall man whose face was a mangled mess from Wyatt's slaps, the remaining two men turned pale. How could this hired help from the Landgraab family be so terrifying? It didn't make sense—how could such an expert exist in Crowstorm? Was he a high-class cultivator? But even at that level, one could not kill as effortlessly as Wyatt had. Frederick was a high-class martial artist who still lacked Wyatt's overwhelming presence. This was a clear-cut annihilation! In an instant, the two remaining black-clad men stood frozen, too frightened to move. Wyatt sneered. "Four mere Arcane Tier martial artists dare to act recklessly in front of me? You've overestimated yourse