Lin Han sped away without looking back.
That sword strike just now had already counted as one of his trump-card divine abilities, nearly draining all the true essence from his body.
That strike truly allowed him to briefly cross the river of time and kill his enemy.
I killed the future you from the present. How would you deal with that, sir?
However, this divine ability could only kill simps; it was ineffective against other cultivators.
Where the heart yearned, the sword's edge followed. Such was the Grand Dao divine ability.
"That strike killed more than fourteen hundred of them. Kyoto of the Great Cloud Dynasty really has plenty of simps. Hahaha, this time my improvement was considerable."
Lin Han revealed a satisfied smile. He could clearly feel that his realm had risen a little more along with it.
As a result, much of his true essence had recovered as well, so he no longer needed to worry about being caught up to and gang-beaten by those old dogs behind him.
With so many of them, if he got entangled, he would probably suffer badly.
This sudden great battle ended just as quickly.
It shook all of Kyoto.
Especially since so many people had died, and even the Northern Pacification Commission had been reduced to ruins.
Such a major incident left everyone in Kyoto utterly dumbfounded. They all speculated about the identity of that mysterious sword cultivator and why he had gone on such a slaughter.
Some guessed that he had come to take revenge on the Great Cloud Dynasty, the sole heir of some sect that had been wiped out.
Some said he was a sword cultivator sent by the Great Wu Dynasty specifically to humiliate the Great Cloud Dynasty.
Others said that he had flown into a rage