Now that he had raised his cultivation to the Xiantian Realm, he alone could slaughter every last one of those thousand-plus Rong Di soldiers. This was a fine opportunity.
The Rong Di army had fled, leaving behind these thousand slow-footed Rong Di soldiers. Naturally, Sheng Huai'an intended to reap a wave of Slaughter Value and rapidly raise his cultivation.
When Hu Bing, Wang Wu, and the others heard Sheng Huai'an tell them not to fight over kills and merely surround the enemy, they did not know why he was forbidding them from claiming heads, but they obeyed. The cavalry charged forward and blocked the retreat of those thousand-plus Rong Di soldiers.
Sheng Huai'an charged into the abandoned Rong Di troops and began a wholesale slaughter. The spear in his hand ceaselessly harvested Rong Di lives, while his Slaughter Value rose without end.
Seeing Sheng Huai'an slaughtering without pause like a god of death, quite a few Rong Di soldiers threw down their weapons and fled.
Resist?
Against a Xiantian expert, what could a pack of martial apprentices and martial artists use to resist?
The Rong Di soldiers who had dropped their weapons and fled were driven back by Hu Bing, Wang Wu, and the others.
Sheng Huai'an swept out with his spear. Golden true qi flashed like saber light, instantly cutting down more than a dozen Rong Di soldiers. Every strike took the lives of ten or twenty Rong Di soldiers.
A layer of blood-fiend aura also gathered around him, like a crimson mist shrouding the golden protective qi around his body, making him seem both godlike and demonic.
Many Rong Di soldiers were so terrified that their spirits shook. They fell to their knees, shouting for mercy and surrender.
But Sheng Huai'an could not understand them at all. He