Samlet's Strange Encounter

"Poisonous lies to mislead the people. How dare you speak ill of the gods? You deserve to die."

The soldier's commander sheathed his sword after wiping the blood from its blade, then spoke coldly.

Fear was one thing, but these Epic Rank generals knew they could never show it in front of their men.

And what the soldier had just said about the gods had nothing to do with why he died. His nerve had broken, and the generals could not let him take the other soldiers down with him.

The best course was to kill him, using his severed head and blood to shock the other troops back to their senses and lessen the blow Ye Rong's sword strike had dealt to their spirits.

"March at full speed."

He slid his cleaned sword into its sheath. The supply columns of the various kingdoms then parted ways and hurried toward their respective garrisons.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the Great Wall, the sword in Ye Rong's hand flowed back into his body like water after he struck.

"All right, everyone, come down. Almost everyone should be here by now. It's time for the meeting."

Watching the rift in space before them swiftly close, the grim-faced man clicked his tongue.

"General, you truly deserve the name Sword God. With the power of that strike, I'm afraid no one in this world could withstand it."

The laws of the Present World were exceptionally firm. To shatter space through sheer force required power beyond that of an ordinary Demigod Level expert.

And Ye Rong had done it with such ease that the grim-faced man did not think it an exaggeration to say no one could withstand his strike.

Ye Rong shook his head.

"Not yet. The temple master could definitely withstand that strike."