"Shhk, shhk, shhk, shhk!"
The sounds of sword qi cutting into flesh rang out in rapid succession.
"Form the battle formation! Hold them off!" the Bronze Commander roared frantically.
It was useless.
The bronze fish-scale armor that could withstand even modern armor-piercing shells was as fragile as paper before the Azure Cloud Swords.
Sword light tore through them like a meat grinder.
Severed limbs flew, and blood spurted.
They had no power to fight back.
In fewer than thirty breaths.
The screams abruptly ceased.
On the scorched earth, not a single armored soldier besides the Bronze Commander remained standing and breathing. Dozens of Core Formation experts had been sliced into scattered chunks of flesh by thirty-six flying swords.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The Huaxia defenders watching the battle through binoculars from the perimeter all froze.
The Bronze Commander stared blankly at the severed limbs littering the ground, his mind utterly empty.
They were the elite of the Ancient Silkworm God Tribe. They had fought fierce beasts in the Primordial Wilderness. How could a cultivator from the outside world slaughter them like wheat before a scythe?
"Your turn."
In midair, Chen Lin remained expressionless as he pressed his sword fingers downward.
The thirty-six Azure Cloud Swords converged in the air, forming a colossal azure sword a hundred feet long. With terrifying power capable of cleaving mountains, it slashed straight down at the Bronze Commander.
The threat of death instantly broke through his fear.
"Roar!"
The Bronze Commander bellowed, burning his qi and blood to their limit as he raised his dark azure long halberd to meet the enormous sword overhead.
"Clang-crack!"
The thunderous clash of metal shattered the surrounding air.
The long halberd, forged with some unknown exotic metal, lasted only a second before snapping in two.
The enormous sword fell without