Jiang Chen's methods were vicious and unrelenting.
He slaughtered the experts of the Seven Great Dynasties without a shred of mercy, his eyes cold and detached. He moved as if strolling through a garden amidst the raging thunder, wielding the Dustfall Sword.
His longsword swept through the air.
Streaks of brilliant Sword Qi shot out, slaying one expert after another.
His movements were swift and decisive.
Anyone struck by his Sword Qi was sent to the Yellow Springs; there were no survivors.
"A Demon! This guy is an absolute Devil!"
"Don't kill me! I'm also from the Saint Martial Sword Sect..."
"Senior Brother Jiang Chen, spare us!"
Dozens of experts stood before him, their bodies charred black. They stared with wide eyes, their gazes pleading as they looked at Jiang Chen. They knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Jiang Chen to spare them.
Jiang Chen swept an indifferent gaze over them. 'How utterly ridiculous,' he thought.
