[The young man sat there calmly amid the pile of corpses, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, savoring the cake in his hand with large bites. This eerie and chilling scene sent a shiver down one's spine.]
[Was it his doing?]
[Uncle Zhang's eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly scanned the ground, seeing that the wounds on these alien race individuals were all concentrated on the head and throat, clean and precise, clearly killed with one strike.]
[This also meant that one person had killed all these hundred alien race cavalry in a short time.]
["True Qi Generals" don't possess such power.]
[But the young man was drenched in blood, making it difficult for Uncle Zhang to discern his features.]
["Bu'er." Uncle Zhang called softly from a distance, with a hint of uncertainty and probing.]
[The young man looked up and waved at Uncle Zhang.]
