Everything was in chaos. Driven by fear and hatred, many barbarians had gone completely mad.
If humans hated the barbarians, the barbarians' hatred of humans was probably even greater.
For this expedition into the human world, the barbarians had sent every able-bodied young adult they could muster, assembling an army of nearly fifty thousand. Only the old, the weak, women, and children had remained in their tribes. They had poured the strength of their entire people into the expedition, yet now fewer than one in ten of their soldiers remained. Some tribes had even lost every last able-bodied fighter.
A barbarian saw Chen Shouyi rushing toward him and was just about to swing his whip when half his arm was sliced off. Before it had even fallen away from his body, a fierce flash of swordlight, swift as a startled swan, split him in two from head to toe.
Chen Shouyi's swordsmanship had already reached Mastery: 12. His skill surpassed that of most Great Martial Artists, and every move carried astonishing power. His sword struck like lightning.
It was naturally useless against a barbarian god whose strength completely overpowered his own. But to Chen Shouyi, ordinary barbarians were no different from wooden stakes standing perfectly still, even though most of them had the physical prowess of martial artists.
A ragged woman who had narrowly escaped death spotted Chen Shouyi and hurried toward him in delight, hoping to find shelter.
Chen Shouyi shot the clueless woman a cold glance and roared:
"Get lost!"
The sound waves left her reeling. By the time she came to her senses, Chen Shouyi had already vanished. He moved against the fleeing crowd like a ghost, occasionally drawing his sword to cut down a barbarian.
One barbarian mingled with the crowd, trying to launch a sneak