Thud!
A human head fell into the dust.
His beard and hair stood on end, his eyes wide with fury. He still retained the expression he had worn in life, save that there was no trace of light left in his eyes.
Watching the masses of enemies fleeing in all directions, Wang Chen sheathed the Seven Severing Sword.
It was not that he had grown tired of killing or could no longer kill. Rather, the entire enemy army had completely collapsed beneath his charge. There was no meaning in continuing to pursue and slaughter a few small fry.
It would only waste time.
As for those enemies who had feared no death and tried to avenge their commander, they now lay strewn haphazardly around Wang Chen.
He turned and returned to Hanhai Dao Palace.
At this moment, the gates of the Dao Palace stood wide open, and a squad of battle-scarred warriors came out to receive him.
"Greetings, National Preceptor!"
They all dropped to one knee, their faces brimming with incomparable excitement and exhilaration.
These Dao Palace warriors had all witnessed Wang Chen sweeping through a thousand armies. Their reverence for him had reached its peak.
"Rise."
Wang Chen raised a hand. "You still have much to do."
He glanced toward Hanhai City. The situation there remained unclear, and there was still a mess to clean up here.
But the most urgent matter was finding Xi Jun.
Wang Chen asked in a deep voice, "Where is Grand Celestial Master Zhou?"
Xi Jun originally had no surname. Later, when Wu Zhao founded a new dynasty and named it Great Zhou, Wang Chen simply had her take the imperial surname.
"National Preceptor, please follow me!"
Someone immediately rose to lead the way. Judging by his attire, he appeared to be an officer.