One Sword Slays Thirty, Leaving Before Feng Wutian's Eyes

This...

The onlookers were frightened senseless, some of them dropping to the ground on their backsides.

Most of what they had heard about Chen Wen had come from rumors; they had never seen him make a move.

But now, they had seen it.

It could only be described with one word: explosive.

So wildly arrogant it was explosive.

So invincible it was explosive.

That sight, that impact—only those who saw it with their own eyes could truly understand it.

Jiang Xingwan and Liu Piaopiao in the distance were likewise frozen where they stood.

What did it mean to remain silent until one's cry shook the world?

This was it.

Before this, they had worried that Chen Wen would find it difficult to leave, perhaps even perish here.

But what had they just seen?

Even Phoenix Emperor Xi, powerful as he was, had been cut down with one sword.

He had not even had time to react.

Though Phoenix Emperor Xi was a shade weaker than Phoenix Emperor Hao, he was still a genuine Tenth Layer Supreme Realm expert.

It could only be said that compared to when Chen Wen had faced the Heavenly Phoenix Clan alone, he had become stronger again—and not by just a little.

What did such a rate of improvement represent?

They could only say it was outrageous.

And exceedingly outrageous at that.

"Everyone, move at once! Attack with everything you have!"

In an instant, a man named Zhao Longchen began roaring repeatedly.

His entire body was visibly trembling, impossible to conceal, and even his voice shook.

At this moment, he was both shocked and terrified.

The twenty-nine disciples hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes, yes."

"I told you, every last one of you will die!!!"

Chen Wen took a step forward, releasing all the aura and power around