"Gods and Devils' methods, Gods and Devils' methods! Ah, this has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me..."
Some of the already-broken experts began scrambling to flee.
Xu Yi's killing intent burned white-hot. Clear Light blossomed like a dragon in his palm. No matter what defenses the experts brought forth, they were smashed through in a single stroke, and their lives snuffed out in an instant.
The three thousand armored soldiers on the half-day's march were also stunned. The three leaders at their head had no idea what to do.
More than a hundred Tribulation Transcending Experts had surrounded him, only to be beaten into a panicked retreat. Even if their three thousand soldiers joined forces, they could never hope to defeat those hundred-plus experts.
Xu Yi paid no heed to the chaos before him. He only killed—those who had come to encircle him.
The Clear Light in his palm seemed a power that did not belong to this world. No matter how marvelous the defenses those experts conjured with their spiritual power, they might as well not exist before that aloof, frigid light. It broke through them with ease, and their heads came off just as easily.
In almost no time at all, the power-hungry experts from the Twelve Divine Generals, the Seven Great Sects, and the Thirty-Six Main Gates had been slaughtered like snow under boiling water. With the Chiwu Worm there, not a single Divine Infant could escape. Every last one was butchered on the spot.
"Kill him! Kill him for me!"
Long Yuanshou screamed himself hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.
Yet the three leaders of the three thousand armored soldiers hovering in midair stood as motionless as clay statues, not saying a word.
Xu Yi slowly advanced on Long Yuanshou. At last, Long Yuanshou