A vast, heart-shaking pressure suddenly descended from the heavens like divine might.
"Such audacity! Which sovereign gave that order? Who are you trying to seize?"
Holding the Scarlet Sky Sword, Xiao Ying appeared out of thin air as though teleporting. He cast a complicated glance at the stunned Lü Fengxian, then turned his sword-sharp gaze toward Jia Xu and asked calmly.
His voice was neither loud nor deafening, yet it carried clearly across the battlefield. No other sound could drown it out, as though it rang directly inside everyone's mind...
The entire battlefield fell silent, deathly still as a prison!
What a swift sword, what terrifying means, what a razor-sharp sword radiance!
Everything had happened in the flash of lightning and flint, too quickly for anyone to react.
Within a single breath, a rain of swords had fallen, clearing several miles of battlefield around Lü Fengxian. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. More than thirty thousand elite special troops were slain on the spot, with fewer than one in a hundred surviving.
Such power, such means, such a spectacle.
Both sides were instantly struck dumb. The Wei-Wu Allied Army in particular felt their scalps prickle as a chill raced up their spines and straight into their minds!
Xiao Ying's sword-sharp gaze swept toward Jia Xu, taking in everything at once. His attention lingered especially on Cao Cao, Emperor of Wei, and Sun Jian, King of Wu. Both plainly possessed the aura of sovereigns and the majesty of imperial rulers; they were clearly the leaders!
Cao Cao shrank back, about to hide behind his guards, only to freeze beneath Xiao Ying's gaze.
His thoughts spun furiously. With an agile movement, Cao Cao swung down from his horse, straightened, and cupped his hands, calling out with utmost reverence:
"Welcome back, Heaven Lord! This