Martial King!
No, not even a Martial King was that formidable!
A Martial King could use their aura to suppress opponents, achieving the effect of subduing enemy troops without a fight, but it was absolutely impossible to make martial artists or demon beasts of the same realm completely lose their ability to resist.
No wonder he had dared to storm the Emperor Ant nest, and no wonder his score had left everyone else in the dust! In fact, if Zhou Heng had known about this Emperor Ant nest earlier, all he needed to do was sweep through this place, and his score would become so high that others would surrender at a single glance, never able to catch up.
After staring blankly for a moment, Qi Yuan drew a crimson longsword. Swish, swish, swish—one strike, and an Elephant Emperor Ant was slain.
This was a vicious weapon, brimming with sharp Baleful Intent. A thrust into a vital point could extinguish even a Bright Immortal's divine soul. It was truly formidable!
Though he could kill an Elephant Emperor Ant with a single strike, every thrust required him to circulate his power at full force. Otherwise, the blade could not pierce the Elephant Emperor Ant's body. He killed quickly, but he was nowhere near as fast as Zhou Heng, who could knock down an entire swath with his aura. Moreover, because every strike had to be delivered at full strength, sweat soon began beading on his forehead.
Because he had been maintaining the same chopping motion, his right arm had begun to ache terribly. Yet as he watched his score rise as if it were flying, how could he bear to call a halt? How could he have the face to call one?
Zhou Heng had knocked all the demon beasts down