By the time Hisslaj came back to his senses, the Red Dragon had already become a handful of dust on the ground.
He let out a long sigh, then gave a bitter laugh before looking at Chen Cheng.
"I have offended Your Majesty."
In the next instant, Hisslaj's figure moved like a ghost, instantly closing in on Chen Cheng. At the same time, the sword in his hand was already pressed against Chen Cheng's throat.
Yet there was only a hair's breadth between them—just that single thread of distance—but no matter how hard he exerted himself, it was an impassable gulf.
Chen Cheng carefully examined the sword in his hand, then merely flicked it lightly. The entire blade instantly shuddered before turning into fragments scattered across the ground.
Seeing the sword that had accompanied him for so many years shatter, a surge of sorrow rose in Hisslaj's heart.
"Are you still going to resist? Don't worry, I won't fight back. After all, back then, you made my parents despair in exactly this way."
No emotion could be heard in Chen Cheng's voice. When he saw that Hisslaj was no longer swinging his sword at him, Chen Cheng looked toward the armored soldiers of the First Legion.
The next moment, Chen Cheng muttered in a completely emotionless voice:
"Explode. Explode. Explode."
As his words fell, some law was stirred. In an instant, the heads of several First Legion soldiers suddenly burst apart, leaving behind headless corpses.
"It doesn't matter if your sword is gone. You still have your fists. You still have your teeth. You can still resist."
After saying that, Chen Cheng continued chanting, "Explode, explode, explode."
With every "explode" he uttered, an armored soldier would immediately and randomly have his head burst apart and die.
Seeing this, the morale