Several Heavy Martial Pavilion disciples splashed with blood beneath the city gate were scared out of their wits and staggered backward.
However, the gate passage was only so wide. The people behind them were still pushing forward, and those in front could not retreat very far even if they wanted to.
The crowd shoved and crushed against one another, descending into utter chaos.
Chen Ye ignored it all and continued forward with his saber raised.
In the blink of an eye, several corpses were already lying on the ground.
The thick stench of blood filled the dim gate passage, almost suffocating everyone.
Someone in the crowd tried to organize a counterattack and shouted, "Stop him! Hurry and stop him! Kill this bandit! Once the city gate falls, we'll all die!"
Several of the braver Heavy Martial Pavilion disciples exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and charged at Chen Ye together.
"Since you're courting death, don't blame me!"
Chen Ye said no more. He swung his saber and hacked down, relying on his overwhelming strength to sweep through the enemies before him.
Most of these Heavy Martial Pavilion disciples were ordinary martial artists. Before Chen Ye's immense strength, they were almost completely helpless and could not withstand a single blow.
With one horizontal slash, Chen Ye cut the foremost few men in half, weapons and all.
The remaining Heavy Martial Pavilion disciples finally collapsed completely.
"Run!"
No one knew who shouted first. The crowd became like a breached dam, scrambling and crawling as they fled into the city.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
"Don't kill me!"
"..."
The scene grew even more chaotic.
With no one giving orders, the soldiers guarding the city gate struggled to regroup and counterattack.
Chen Ye roared, "The city gate has fallen! Those who surrender will not be