It was like the art of converting qi and blood into silk threads; at this moment, Lu Changsheng turned his qi and blood into swords.
With Lu Changsheng's current vitality, it was absolutely effortless.
Moreover, each sword formed from his qi and blood was incomparably sharp.
Even Divine Power Realm martial artists could not withstand these qi and blood swords under the suppression of Lu Changsheng's domain.
"Fall."
With a single thought from Lu Changsheng—
Countless swords of qi and blood descended instantly.
However, they did not target the ordinary gang members.
Instead, they were aimed at the dozens of Divine Power Realm martial artists.
"Spare us!"
"We are willing to submit."
"Mr. Dao, please spare us!"
These Divine Power Realm martial artists completely broke down.
But it was already too late.
Countless qi and blood swords rained down, piercing through their bodies in an instant, striking their vital points.
