"You act so brazenly in the Human Clan's Sacred City. Aren't you afraid an enforcer of the ancient road will descend and kill you?" someone shouted fiercely.
"When you soldiers entered the Primordial Era Daoist Arena to surround and kill me, why weren't you afraid?" Jiang Zhu countered.
"Reception Envoy, please strike and slay this fiend!" a soldier cried, his voice making the ancient city walls hum.
At that moment, everyone was shaken. Jiang Zhu had actually killed people openly in the city streets, slain the Great Commander, and now intended to eliminate every soldier under his command.
Yet people were also puzzled. Things had reached this point, but the Reception Envoy had still not appeared, forcing the Great Commander to call for help himself.
"The Reception Envoy won't be coming. Go to your deaths in peace!" Jiang Zhu looked toward the Reception Envoy's residence as he spoke.
Countless golden Sword Feathers swept down. Terrified screams, desperate roars, and futile resistance intertwined.
But before absolute power, everything was futile.
Shhk! Shhk! Shhk! ...
The golden Sword Feathers harvested lives mercilessly, like the scythe of the god of death.
The soldiers attempting to form an array saw their battle formation collapse at a touch, like bubbles in sunlight! They fell in swathes like reaped wheat.
The soldiers burning their blood essence to flee found their speed a joke before the Kun Peng Sword Feathers. They were overtaken instantly, ten thousand swords piercing their hearts.
The soldiers who raised their weapons to block were torn apart along with their weapons by the golden torrent!
The entire square became a golden purgatory of death!
The dull thuds of Sword Feathers piercing flesh, the sharp cracks of shattering bones, the mournful cries of breaking weapons, and the desperate wails of the dying.
Everything intertwined