Mysterious Talismans flew out, summoning wind and thunder. Terrifying power tore a swath of Netherworld Soldiers apart. A pinch of fingers formed a pellet that exploded with a thunderous boom, annihilating everything nearby. A turn of the palm laid down a formation, and the earth surged like an earth dragon rising, crushing all living things.
These terrifying methods exceeded many people's understanding.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable Reincarnators gasped in amazement.
They could not help recalling that legendary Glorious Era of the distant past, when the Daoist School had been the world's sole orthodoxy. Calling it the leader of all cultivators would not have been an exaggeration.
If this person truly was the Daoist School's last-generation disciple, as the two big shots Shenji and Jing Shou had said, then he was far too terrifying. Even Yellow Daoist, one of the Legendary Figures of old, might not have surpassed this Blood Man in techniques and spells alone!
The Netherworld Soldiers charged fiercely, fearless of death.
Blood Man strolled leisurely.
The contrast between them was stark. Anyone could see that King Chen's previously unstoppable Yin Army had become useless against such a peerless Supreme Powerhouse.
At that moment, King Chen stood where he was, seemingly scared witless, his expression blank and his body motionless.
At last, the final squad of Netherworld Soldiers was shattered by blood-red heavenly lightning.
Nothing remained between Blood Man and King Chen. A mocking smile appeared on Blood Man's face, and its voice was somewhat grating.
"I thoroughly enjoyed that slaughter."
Death intent swirled around Blood Man. Having slaughtered its way through thousands of troops, it resembled an unrivaled God of Slaughter. A single sweeping glance made the twenty Reincarnators' hearts clench, and they dared not meet its eyes.
Only then did Jiang Chen seem to finally recover.