One Slash, Total Annihilation

Hun Wupo was in a foul mood, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He had been ignored—and even provoked.

Who had given him the courage?

Because Hua Qiang cultivated the Heaven-Deceiving Technique, his aura was concealed, and Hun Wupo could not discern his cultivation.

But he did not pay it much mind. After all, upon entering this secret realm, no one could surpass the Immortal King Realm. Yet he was already at the seventh level of the Immortal King Realm, and among the subordinates he had brought, there were even several at the Peak Realm of the Immortal King Realm.

Shiva Valos's two guards had previously been at the peak of the Immortal King Realm, even Half-Step Immortal Emperors, yet had they not still died under their group assault?

No matter how formidable this person before them was, how formidable could he possibly be?

For his group to deal with him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Hun Wupo waved a hand at those beside him. "All of you, attack together! Hack that bastard to death!"

"Young Hall Master, shouldn't we ask about this man's background first?

What if..."

"Fuck, has your brain short-circuited? When I, Hun Wupo, do things, do I need to ask about someone else's background? No matter how great his background is, can it be greater than mine?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Young Hall Master is right. This subordinate was foolish."

The scar-faced leader raised the broadsword in his hand and charged Hua Qiang. The other black-clad men refused to lag behind and rushed forward as well.

The sinister wind howled, tearing the lingering glow of the blood-red setting sun to shreds and adding several more measures of killing intent to this land of deathly silence.

Hun Wupo, clad in black,