The dull sound of impacts continued incessantly, without stopping, as the mud stirred by the battle grew ever thicker.
Gu Zhan moved like a deity among the crowd, facing the dense charging forces, swinging the Horizontal Saber to slaughter, the saber shadows growing denser with each strike accompanied by thunderbolts. Wherever he passed, bodies flew chaotically, sending out endless cries of agony and wails.
Endless thunder and Saber Qi rose from the ground like a fountain.
If gods block, kill gods; if Buddhas block, kill Buddhas.
When the saber was raised and fell, heads rolled as warhorses charged, carving a bloody wide road, heads flying up, blood spraying like torrential rain.
One saber, two sabers, three sabers...
Ten sabers, thirty sabers, a hundred sabers...
Bodies torn to pieces, heads flying everywhere.
A hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people...
A thousand people, two thousand people, three thousand people...
Fear, terror,
