Li Xiaoyao's combat strength had been measured against Li Changsheng's. Even against Li Changsheng, Li Xiaoyao could fight him back and forth; as for these fellows, he could easily turn them into punching bags.
"Pass down my order. The entire army advances. Reclaim our territory. Leave not a single Buddhist alive."
After Ye Lin spoke, Wang Chen behind him immediately nodded and turned to relay the orders.
A strange light flashed through Lu Changsheng's eyes. It... it had been resolved so easily?
The matter that had turned his hair white was settled just like that? This man had been here for less than thirty breaths, yet the offensive and defensive positions had already reversed?
For a time, warships from every direction began advancing. Formation after formation of Qilin Clan soldiers took the initiative to leave their warships and charge toward the Buddhist camp.
In the past, they had only ever been beaten passively, much less launched a counterattack. Being able to hold on to their own little patch of land had already been an excellent outcome.
But now, Li Xiaoyao's arrival had given them hope. Seeing how fierce Li Xiaoyao was, their confidence naturally surged.
"Kill!"
In an instant, cries of battle shook heaven and earth.
"Boring. Truly far too boring."
Looking at the two corpses before him, their eyes still wide in death, Li Xiaoyao curled his lip. The entire process had been a one-sided slaughter—truly dull.
At first, seeing how arrogant they were, he had thought they could put up quite a fight. Who would have thought that in the end, this was all they had? Just this?
At this moment, a great swarm of soldiers rushed over behind Li Xiaoyao. They stood behind him in neat, disciplined ranks, their eyes blazing as they looked at him.
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