Seen from afar.
The once earth-shaking cries of slaughter had gradually weakened.
Chen Heng stood in midair, his expression cold.
His crimson eyes were as vivid as blood, scarlet enough to drip, inspiring dread in all who looked upon them.
Sword light shot around him, his treasure garment shone, and Yin-Eroding Red Water densely filled the sky, gathering and scattering without fixed form. Meanwhile, Innate Great Sun Divine Light surged out like a raging torrent, dyeing the clouds for a third of a mile around him a dazzling gold and red!
His momentum was like a hundred rivers bursting their banks, vast and brilliant!
At that moment.
Of the dozen-odd cultivators surrounding him, only four remained.
Severed corpses and scraps of flesh lay scattered over the ground, their deaths gruesome in different ways, their organs spilling clearly into view from their bellies.
The stench of blood spread on the wind, enough to make anyone retch...
Qiao Yan stared in stupefaction at the mangled flesh and ruined limbs strewn across the ground, then raised his head.
He saw that the four survivors were also beset by danger under Chen Heng's ferocious assault, struggling to fend him off, leaving one side exposed whenever they guarded another.
A violent shudder ran through him, and his eyelids twitched fiercely.
Fourteen people!
These were fourteen outstanding talents from great clans, nourished with Plain Elixir White Paste while still in their mothers' wombs, raised from infancy with their muscles and bones steeped in Jade Liquor and medicinal juices, trained in superior Mystery Arts and secret methods-not fourteen wilderness rogue cultivators!
Yet he had merely sent them ahead, arriving just under half a quarter-hour later himself.
In that little time.
Fourteen Purple Mansion senior adepts of great-clan birth had been routed by Chen Heng, with only four