Inside and outside the cavern, everything was utterly silent.
Dozens of Blood Blade Sect members stood frozen in place, each holding their own pose as if they had been hit with a body-freezing spell.
The only thing that could move was their eyes.
Fear spread wildly through their gazes.
Chen Yan slowly curled his five fingers.
"Crack."
A soft sound.
The Blood Blade Sect Master's body began crumbling from the top of his head, bit by bit, turning to dust that scattered in the wind.
Then the dozens of disciples behind him vanished one after another, like dominoes falling.
There was no blood, no screaming.
They simply disappeared.
The Broken Eagle Squad fell completely silent.
The captain opened his mouth, but for a long while, no sound came out. His throat felt so dry it hurt.
What... what level of strength was this?
A Grandmaster? Or even higher?
They hadn't even seen how their opponent had made his move!
Bai Lingshuang stood behind Chen Yan, her long sword sheathed. A complicated look flashed in her red eyes.
She knew Chen Yan was powerful, but she was still shaken every time she saw him in action.
Just how strong was this guy?
Chen Yan's eyes narrowed. Peak Grandmaster.
That was the limit of what he could control with [Mastery of the Soul Great Dao]!
The technique of severing the threads of the soul involved a method that touched upon causality. Though useful, it placed extremely high demands on the "divine." Chen Yan's spiritual power had to far surpass his opponent's for the move to kill in one strike.
In Chen Yan's perception, among those at the same seventh-tier level, ferocious beasts were much easier to deal with than martial artists.
Chen Yan suspected it was because ferocious beasts had weaker intelligence.