The soldiers were also locked in brutal combat with those swordsmen throughout the city, but the swordsmen were clearly far stronger, and their attacks were terrifyingly fierce. The soldiers could not withstand them at all and were being slaughtered in droves.
Corpses lay strewn across the city streets, blood splattering everywhere. Screams and cries rang out from all directions, and the entire scene was utter chaos.
The old man and the cold-looking young man were both filled with fury, unable to understand what was happening or why a group of swordsmen was massacring their city.
Suddenly!
A young man in white approached them slowly. He had long hair, a stern face, and a sword in hand, radiating a razor-sharp sword intent. The breeze stirred the corners of his robes, while the surroundings turned icy cold and fell completely silent.
The old man asked solemnly, "Who are you people? It seems we bear no grudge against one another. Why are you slaughtering our city?"
Ge Nie replied coldly, "By His Majesty's order, we are to wash your city in blood."
Fury filled the cold-looking young man's face as he moved to rush forward, but the old man reached out and stopped him. With an ugly expression, he said, "Run! This man is extremely powerful. None of us are his match."
The cold-looking young man hesitated, but upon sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Ge Nie, he still nodded and fled to the side.
Ge Nie's expression did not change as he walked toward the cold-looking young man. More than a dozen soldiers around him erupted with powerful auras and charged at Ge Nie with their weapons raised.
Clang!
Facing the dozen or so attackers, Ge Nie casually swept his sword. A sharp arc of light flashed past, and the heads of