In their eyes, this killing trap combined "deadly poison," "deep pits," "a net of blades," "mist"... With several thousand men working together, surrounding and killing a single Ji Shu should have been more than enough.
But now, they were terrified and trembling, scattering in all directions!
They had personally witnessed Ji Shu slaughter the ferocious, tightly packed cavalry formation until it collapsed and every last man perished in mere moments!
They were all dumbfounded! Chills ran down their spines and their souls nearly fled their bodies. How could they possibly still have the courage to charge forward? Scattering like birds and beasts was the normal outcome.
The large force gathered from the martial world was nothing more than a rabble, incapable of achieving anything great. In a true battlefield slaughter, their several thousand men absolutely could not defeat an eight-hundred-man cavalry unit.
They knew that perfectly well themselves, which was why they ran so fast.
Have them charge onto the battlefield and fight Ji Shu, who had just butchered eight hundred cavalrymen? Wasn't that simply sending them to their deaths?
They refused!
The Qingcheng Sect men ran the fastest.
Only after they had gotten far away from Mount Hua did Yu Canghai finally relax a little.
Still shaken by what had happened, he glanced in the direction of Mount Hua, spat, and cursed:
"Zuo Lengchan, that turtle bastard, nearly got me killed. He said that his net cast over heaven and earth would definitely kill Ji Shu. What fucking bullshit!"
"Yes, Master."
Hou Renying of the Qingcheng Four Heroes was still pale with fright. Panting heavily, he said, "Ji Shu's swordsmanship and speed are clearly several times faster than they were during the Mount Song Arena Competition! With one flash of sword light, the Ninth Princess's head was chopped off.