The moment Marquis Shen made his move, it was earth-shattering and extraordinary.
Earlier, when he had fought the tiger corpse, neither side had gained the upper hand. He had even been trapped for a time. Some of his disciples had died in battle, while others had sacrificed themselves, and the Southern Border he had painstakingly guarded for years had been reduced to a complete mess by the Three Thousand Lustful Sacrifices.
Everyone had thought he was old. Though his mighty reputation remained, his strength was long gone from its former peak.
Not until he had cleanly and efficiently smashed three Heavenly Maiden's Attendants to death did they recall the Sky-Supporting Cudgel who had once shaken the Southern Border—the third greatest expert beneath heaven.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The remaining Heavenly Maiden's Attendants streaked through the air as white flashes, rushing into the siege against Marquis Shen like moths flying into a flame.
Their numbers had doubled from before. One after another, they crashed like cannonballs into the giant cudgel and Marquis Shen's colossal body, blasting out mountain-sized thunderclaps. Flames ran wild, tongues of fire shooting a thousand meters into the sky.
The Heavenly Maiden's Attendants did not attack according to any principles of martial arts. They treated their own bodies as weapons, charging headlong without restraint.
They resembled puppets, resembled weapons, but were anything but living creatures formed of flesh and blood.
Marquis Shen gripped the giant cudgel and swung it back and forth. Every strike landed squarely on one of them, never wasting an ounce of strength.
After swinging it back six or seven times in one breath, he had slaughtered every remaining Heavenly Maiden's Attendant. White powder drifted away with the wind everywhere, in heaven and on earth.
"Are you the one called the Heavenly Maiden?"
Having wiped out