A one-sided massacre.
With a casual gesture, Qian Yu took the World Ring into his hand.
It was only a Monarch Immortal, not even a Sealed Marquis. Naturally, there was no way he could resist Qian Yu.
Qian Yu already possessed a 300-fold Gene Level, law comprehension comparable to a King, and combat power on par with a peak Sealed Marquis.
With Space-Time Control added on top of that, how could an ordinary Immortal possibly be his match?
Qian Yu sheathed his blade and turned around. Seven figures had already gathered around him.
Mad Blade's mouth hung open, his eyes wide as saucers. He circled Qian Yu three times, scrutinizing him from head to toe no fewer than ten times.
"Y-you... you, you, you..."
He pointed at Qian Yu, his finger trembling.
"An Immortal? Killed in one strike?"
"Am I dreaming? A Realm Lord killed an Immortal with one slash?"
"Now I know what it means that there is always someone stronger."
"Very strong."
Shuang'er covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared fixedly at Qian Yu.
"Qian Yu... are you a monster?"
Qian Yu twitched his lips.
"Can you talk properly?"
Shuang Yue stared deeply at him. After a long while, she slowly spoke.
"Qian Yu, who exactly are you?"
Qian Yu smiled.
"A Realm Lord War General, a new recruit of the Seventh Elite Squad."
He paused, then added with a smile.
"But now, I should be free."
Shuang Yue fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"That really is enough. The military merits from a High Military Lord Immortal are enough for you to redeem your freedom."
Mad Blade sidled over with a fawning expression.
"Big Brother Qian Yu, Lord Qian Yu, are you still taking lackeys? The kind who can cheer you on with a