Yellow sand filled the sky, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire battlefield a grim crimson.
Zhu Ying stood tall before the city gate.
Zhu Ying took a deep breath. His aura abruptly changed, and the Tiger Head Great Saber in his hand rose high. Its blade gleamed with a cold, sinister light, like a ferocious beast about to choose its prey and devour it.
"Charged Saber Slash!"
Zhu Ying roared, his voice like thunder.
It echoed across the battlefield.
The muscles in his right arm instantly tensed as immense power continuously gathered there, accompanied by the rapid circulation of Internal Breath within his body.
A faint halo of saber qi even appeared around the blade, radiating sharpness.
The next instant!
Zhu Ying moved.
The Tiger Head Great Saber in his hand came crashing down, carrying an incomparably fierce edge.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion, like a thunderclap under a clear sky, erupted before the city.
The seemingly incomparably sturdy city gate was split apart in an instant by Zhu Ying's strike, which contained the force of a thousand pounds, as though it were fragile tofu.
With that single slash.
Mighty Internal Breath carried a force that seemed capable of shattering everything, stirring up a violent gust through the air.
Though this strike was not Zhu Ying's true full strength, it had already displayed astonishing destructive power.
Another boom rang out as the massive city gate exploded into dozens of huge iron chunks, sent flying in all directions by Zhu Ying's powerful Internal Breath.
Chunks of the heavy gate scattered everywhere.
Sparks flew.
Dull impacts rang out.
After cutting open the gate, Zhu Ying did not see the unobstructed city interior he had expected.
Instead, what met his eyes was a solid wall built from enormous stones, looking