With a single horizontal slash, the blade light severed the entire stretch of hills, its reach extending at least hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
All twenty-some of them were utterly stunned. Even their attack rhythm stalled as every one of them stared into the distance with shock written across their faces.
Countless small peaks, low hills, and even parts of the ground had been cleanly sliced apart and left floating in the air, yet the blade light had avoided all twenty-some of them.
They fell silent and paused for a moment, then continued charging straight at Wu Pifu.
"...I've already fulfilled my obligation to stop at a warning."
Wu Pifu sheathed his saber and stood still as he spoke. All twenty-some people present heard him clearly, but no one backed down or replied. Then, in the next instant, Wu Pifu appeared before a middle-aged man with a crew cut—the one who had just taken a chunk out of his palm. He swung his saber, while the crew-cut man neither dodged nor evaded, merely raising both claws to tear into the blade.
Wu Pifu flashed past him, and the middle-aged crew-cut man was cut in two. Yet several cracks and holes appeared across Wu Pifu's body as well. They had emerged from nowhere, even though the man's claws had never touched him.
Moreover, Wu Pifu's defenses seemed to vanish at that moment, offering no resistance whatsoever.
After that slash, Wu Pifu did not immediately continue attacking. He stopped and curiously examined the wounds on his body.
Two holes had appeared in his chest near his heart and in his abdomen, both piercing straight through him so that one could see through his body. Several cracks had also appeared across both thighs and his neck, each one completely severing the affected