The heavy snow gradually subsided.
On the snowy ground, Chen Ye stood proudly, drenched in blood, Silver Crow Precious Saber in hand.
With him at the center, an open space had been forcibly cleared around him.
The Heavy Martial Pavilion's Gate Soldiers had long since been slaughtered into utter terror. Not one dared step forward another half-step.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out within the Heavy Martial Pavilion's formation.
A burly Martial Master pushed through the crowd and stepped out, stopping before Chen Ye.
He held a Mountain-Opening Axe, its blade covered in blood, while a vicious aura radiated from his entire body.
"Where did this thing come from, acting so arrogantly?" The Martial Master strode forward, glaring fixedly at Chen Ye as he grinned savagely. "I'll have a go at you!"
The moment his words fell, the hulking man charged forward and chopped down with his axe.
Chen Ye did not even raise his head, much less spare the man a proper glance. He merely swung his saber casually.
Bang!
The instant saber and axe collided, the big man's expression froze abruptly.
He only felt a mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force surge through the axe handle.
His tiger's mouth split open at once, blood streaming down it.
The Mountain-Opening Axe flew straight out of his grip.
"How could this be..."
The hulking man wore an incredulous expression as he realized Chen Ye's strength far exceeded his expectations.
He was terrified and wanted to retreat, but Chen Ye gave him no chance.
Chen Ye gripped his saber with both hands and swept it sideways.
The blade arrived in an instant, flashing past the man's neck.
Thud.
A dull sound rang out.
The Martial Master's head rolled from his neck with a rumble and struck the ground.
Then his headless corpse crashed down, blood