One Man's Killing Intent

Until the next instant.

Chen Yan had his head in his hand. Through the gaps between Chen Yan's fingers, the Horizontal Refinement Soldier's dying eyes saw wave after wave of comrades charging in—and wave after wave of bodies exploding.

"God of Slaughter..."

He opened his mouth wide.

"God of Slaughter!!!"

With a boom, Chen Yan hurled his head like a pebble. It smashed through a line of Ji Prefecture soldiers rushing toward him.

"Chen Yan!!!"

Ji Chuli's near-mad battle cry rang out.

By the time he reached Chen Yan, he had no idea how many Divine Phoenix Army soldiers had already died at Chen Yan's hands.

The sky was thick with blood mist, and shattered bodies had piled up across the land into heaps of corpses.

Crimson blood spread over the ground. The entire royal court was dyed red.

But just as Ji Chuli was about to bring his fist down on Chen Yan, a Spatial Formation Disk appeared between them.

"This move..."

Ji Chuli gaped and stopped his charge.

"This move won't work!"

He roared.

But in the next instant, his eyes met Chen Yan's cold gaze.

Chen Yan's intent flickered, and the newly formed Spatial Formation Disk swept past Ji Chuli's body.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Chuli had appeared dozens of miles away from Chen Yan.

Ji Chuli's face was ashen. Countless questions seemed to flash through his mind.

But Chen Yan continued his relentless assault before his eyes.

Battle cries and screams rose and fell without pause.

He had had so many chances to charge straight at Chen Yan. How had he missed every one?

Who was helping Chen Yan?

Who was forming Spatial Formation Disks in secret?

Who had evaded my senses?

He looked into the distance. The fifteen deputy generals and Shen