Siyuan Xianzhi frowned deeper, the lines on his face tightening until they became stark. Unease and agitation mixed together, casting a dark shadow he couldn't hide. His gaze trembled violently, as if he couldn't accept the reality that had just unfolded before his eyes. His breath hitched, his chest feeling tight as he suppressed an unspeakable turmoil. "Father said his realm was only in the Half-God Realm, how does he now possess such a high realm?" His voice came out in broken fragments, heavy and hoarse, as if an invisible burden was pressing on his throat. He himself wasn't sure if those words were truly a question for his brother, or just a whisper from his heart in torment, seeking something to hold onto amidst the swirling uncertainty. However, Siyuan Lingzhi didn't want to give even a sliver of space to that doubt. The look in his eyes blazed coldly, sharp as a blade decided upon for cutting. His attitude knew no hesitation, offering no room for delay. When he spoke, his

The hundreds of people who were charging suddenly became enveloped in instinctive fear. Their survival instincts screamed hysterically, forcing their bodies to retreat, but their steps had already been locked into formation. Faces that had been filled with courage now froze, pale as death, overcome by a horror that came so quickly and brutally. SPLASH!!! The first impact occurred. The sound of their weapons breaking, exploding loudly, echoed in all directions. Long swords cracked and then shattered, scattering everywhere. Giant spears faltered before finally exploding, breaking into hundreds of sharp shards that flew wildly. Spinning discs lost power, stopped immediately, then cracked and broke in an explosion of painful fragments. The large axes that had been raised with full force split in two, collapsing without ever being fully brought down. The clang of metal fragments echoed like a catastrophe. Choked screams were heard from the owners of the weapons that had been destroye

Rows of weapons glittered in their hands, reflecting a sharp light that dazzled the eyes. Long swords flashed, pointed spears pierced the air, giant axes swung, shaking the earth. Everything moved in unison, producing the shadow of a rain of steel falling from the sky. The sound of millions of footsteps combined with war cries, shaking the air until the ground cracked, rocks broke, as if the world was collapsing under the pressure of that mass. Many of the younger generation of the Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy who stood in the distance trembled violently at the sight. Those pale faces tightened, their eyes widened unblinkingly, their hearts screamed in fear. Their breaths were ragged, their chests felt pressed by something invisible. The grip of hands holding swords trembled violently, barely able to withstand the weight of the weapons. They knew clearly that if a wave that big was allowed to proceed unhindered, the younger generation of the Xiao Clan would be wiped out in the blink

Xiao Tian didn't stop. His steps moved forward without fear, every swing of his sword was a death sentence. Necks were severed easily, chests were pierced straight through until hearts were destroyed, backs were split in an instant. Heartbreaking screams mixed with the sound of broken weapons, but all of that was drowned out by the torrent of blood splashes. Tens of thousands of troops who were standing closest fell simultaneously. Their bodies were thrown into the air, floating aimlessly, before turning into shapeless pieces. Their blood spurted violently, forming a red mist that became thicker, swallowing anyone's vision. BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! BAANG!!! The explosions continued to sound. The deeper Xiao Tian went into the heart of the troops, the thicker the blood mist that covered the battlefield. The air was full of sticky red particles, making it difficult for anyone to breathe who was trying to survive. Eyesight became blurred, making it difficult to distinguish betwe

"Impossible! So many troops, it's impossible for them to just disappear like that!" shouted a young Elder from Siyuan Xianzhi's troops. His voice broke, his face was full of cold sweat, his body was trembling violently. He tried to calm his heart with those words, as if there was still a gap to survive, as if there was still hope in the middle of the red sea. But his sentence was never finished. The Mysterious Rust Sword had already pierced his back from a direction he didn't even realize. The sharp blade pierced out through his chest, splashing fresh blood that spurted violently into the air. The sound of his breath was held back, his face froze in shock. His eyes widened, silent in disbelief, before his body was destroyed into pieces and fell, disappearing with the red mist. One by one, large groups of troops collapsed. Every time Xiao Tian swung his sword, thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of enemy bodies were destroyed simultaneously. They didn't just co