Too Weak

Mo Chen moved like lightning, transforming into an earth dragon as he burst into the crowd in an instant.

The longsword in his hand danced in an impenetrable blur, its snowy blade-light dazzling as it tore through the sky, carrying an unstoppable force and killing intent that chilled the bones.

The thirteen Wu Kingdom soldiers did not even have time to react before they saw a flash of brilliant white streak across their vision.

The next moment, their sight tilted uncontrollably, and the whole world spun around them.

With a string of dull thuds! thuds!

Thirteen bodies crashed down one after another like felled trees.

Heads rolled across the ground, scarlet blood spurting wildly from severed necks and splashing across the earth beneath their feet, forming pools of blood too ghastly to behold.

The savage, terrifying smiles on the Wu Kingdom soldiers' faces had not yet fully faded.

It seemed that, even at their final moment, they had not realized death had already arrived and that their heads had long been parted from their bodies.

"Too weak! I only used a few techniques, such as the Ephemeral Earthsea Dragon Roaming Art, and you already had no power to fight back..."

Mo Chen landed lightly and steadily, the great blade in his hand still gleaming with a chilling cold light beneath the sun.

Its edge was incomparably sharp, yet not a single drop of blood stained its blade. It was as clean as if it had just been drawn from its sheath.

Expressionless, he swept a cold glance over the corpses littering the ground. His eyes were indifferent, without the slightest trace of pity.

As though these people were nothing more than insignificant ants he had casually crushed beneath his foot.

"Th-this... how is that possible?!"

The townsfolk watching from afar