Bloodsong struck with his sword, his speed incredible as he employed the Thousand-Sword Spell! He couldn't transform one sword into ten thousand, but he could certainly turn one into a hundred.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
A hundred swords descended from midair. One after another, the Sword Demon Disciples fell. Soon, a large swath of them lay dead. Death had arrived. Wretched screams echoed through the street as, one by one, the Disciples were pierced through the heart, their final moments filled with terror and endless despair.
One man!
Ten men!
A hundred men!
A thousand men!
…
Wu Tian hadn't made a move. A single subordinate had drawn his sword and already wiped out the several thousand Sword Demon Disciples before them. Blood soaked the ground. The entire affair took no more than five minutes, yet thousands were completely annihilated, not even their bones remaining.
"This…" This scene left the bold bystanders and reporters who had come to watch completely dumbfounded.
