The Human Realm camp.
The Blood Moon Ancestor was the first to rise, his aged face brimming with excitement.
"Kill them! That's the way to kill them!"
He had watched a Ten-Thousand-Person Battle Formation from the Blood Moon Immortal Sect charge three times into the Celestial Court's flood of troops and fight its way out three times. Wherever it passed, Heavenly Soldiers fell like wheat beneath a scythe!
His Blood Moon Immortal Sect disciples had trained in the Human Realm for only a few decades, yet they had become this powerful!
The Golden Clan Ancestor wept openly. He stared at the figures on the light screen, fearless in the face of death, his voice trembling so badly he could barely speak.
"Good... good... wonderful..."
The Divine Spear Saint Emperor still wore his usual unruffled expression.
Then he smiled.
It was the faintest smile, almost impossible to see.
But the Ice God and the Sword Lord beside him both felt a shock unlike anything they had known.
The disciples of the Human Realm...
Were every one of them a monster?
If they weren't, how could one trillion crush three hundred trillion?
The First-Heaven Battlefield.
He Ping'an stood alone at the very front of the battle formations, Wooden Sword in hand.
He had not joined any Ten-Thousand-Person Battle Formation.
Because he didn't need to!
He alone was a sword!
A sword that could cleave the heavens!
He Ping'an flashed like a streak of blue lightning through the flood of three hundred trillion Heavenly Soldiers.
Each swing of that seemingly ordinary Wooden Sword sent a blue sword-light tearing through the void, carving a blood-soaked gap through the near-endless ranks of Heavenly Soldiers!
A Celestial Court commander at the Celestial Immortal Supreme Peak?
Slain with one stroke!
A Celestial Court battle formation?
**Shattered with