In midair.
His body exploded, blood mist scattered, and palm-sized chunks of flesh rained down.
Everyone within several miles saw it.
The Northern Mang soldiers' faces turned pale. The feverish killing intent in their eyes abruptly vanished, leaving only bewildered terror.
It was as though they had endured a swift, horrifying nightmare, yet the pain tore through their hearts and lungs!
They could not make out the clash between the Divine Sword and the Embroidered Spring Saber, but a million soldiers saw the imperial retainer kicked apart.
How casual, how effortless had that kick been?
Standing in midair, he had lightly kicked out.
And sent a Divine Sword attendant who had cultivated for over a hundred years straight into the underworld?
At that thought, everyone's hair stood on end!!
The kings of the three Western Regions kingdoms and the Jurchen Great Khan, Wanyan Jilie, felt as though they had plunged into an ice cellar. Their ambitions of triumph swiftly faded, and cold seeped into their very marrow.
Wanyan Jilie's eyes twisted savagely, veins bulging on his forehead as his lips moved in ceaseless prayer:
"Asura Sword, divine treasure from beyond the heavens, do you have only one strike? A treasure from beyond the heavens cannot suffer humiliation. Rise in fury! Better to perish together than let your tormentor prevail!!"
What could they do?
Even Northern Mang's retainer could not withstand a single kick.
The Asura Sword had disappeared.
Who would punish the demon of the Central Plains?!
"Your Majesty the Khan, withdraw the troops..." A high minister from the Western Regions broke the deathly silence first, rushing to the Golden Wolf Chariot and wailing hoarsely to the Northern Mang emperor.
The emperor's face was terrifyingly dark. Without a word, he snatched up his heavy hammer, leaped from the chariot, and