With that single sword strike, at least ten thousand Japanese pirates had been killed or wounded.
Earlier, Song Qingshu had led more than three thousand Yuan soldiers, all of whom Jiang Siming had sent to the underworld with a single strike of the Heavenly Sword.
But this strike from Jiang Siming was his own strongest attack. Its power was far greater than that of the Heavenly Sword strike back then.
The Japanese pirates' camp looked as though it had suffered a great catastrophe. Bodies and heavily wounded figures lay everywhere, groaning in agony.
That Japanese pirate leader had long since been torn into countless pieces, his blood splattered all over the ground.
The surviving Japanese pirates were terrified out of their wits. They turned and ran for the coast, hoping to board ships and flee back to their homeland.
How could Jiang Siming let them have their way? He immediately raised the Jing Ni Sword and struck downward. After several Gale Slashes, tens of thousands of Japanese pirates had already been almost completely wiped out.
Those still alive were nothing but small fry. They threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and cried as they kowtowed, begging Jiang Siming not to kill them.
"Beg for mercy? Maybe in your next life!"
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, a flash of cold sword light passed, and no one beneath his sword survived.
Thus, the Japanese pirate invasion that had shaken the entire Central Plains ended in less than an hour.
They had fought for several months, yet in Jiang Siming's hands, it had been settled with just a few moves.
The six major sects and the Ming Cult now had a completely renewed understanding of Jiang Siming's strength. They swore they would build a good relationship with him. This was someone