"Boom!!!"
Four pillars of sword light shot into the sky!
The countless high-ranking Filth Demons that had surrounded Song Chi were instantly pinned in place, unable to move, their mouths pouring out twisted wails.
"Holy shit, fall back! Don't get caught in it!"
Seeing Song Chi unleash his attack, Xie Changsheng and the others retreated without a second thought.
As Zhou Yan retreated, he transmitted his voice to the others.
"Tsk, tsk. Old Song really has lost his temper this time."
"The fight's barely started, and he's already showing his trump cards. That's nothing like his usual style of insisting on saving his big moves for last."
Xie Changsheng chuckled at that. "Can't really blame him."
"Look at the sorry state he was in just now. If that were you, could you have held out until now?"
"Hahaha! Old Xie's right!" Black Mountain's booming voice cut in. "Little Sheng was just worrying that Old Song's white ass was about to be exposed again!"
Hearing Xie Changsheng's teasing, the others nodded in wholehearted agreement.
Meanwhile, at the center of the formation, Song Chi's eyes had already turned red with bloodlust.
"How dare you touch me! Die, all of you!!!"
With that furious roar, countless streaks of incomparably overbearing Sword Qi appeared out of thin air and began shredding everything within the formation that could move.
Whatever race the Filth Demons had belonged to in life, none could fight back in the slightest. A graze meant death; a touch meant their end.
At that moment, the Bare Sword Immortal whose name resounded throughout the Immortal Realm finally revealed the true bearing of a god of slaughter!
Watching this, Zhou Yan smacked his lips before turning his gaze to the other side of the battlefield.
"Huh?"
"Why's that kid Tiezhu out here too?"