Bu Qingyan's chest was pierced, and the raging power of thunder rampaged back and forth on her wounds. Her body stiffened, her face full of confusion as she slowly turned her head backward.
However, there was no one behind her. Long Chen was still far away from her, his hand still in a throwing stance.
"How is this possible?"
Bu Qingyan looked at her chest, feeling the rapidly fading life force, her eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.
When Long Chen made his move, she didn't sense the slightest danger. Even when the sharp sword pierced her body, her senses couldn't detect the sword.
Long Chen looked coldly at Bu Qingyan. This sword wasn't aimed at her, nor at anyone; rather, when she charged at the Hidden Dragon warrior, she had sent her own back to the front of the sword.
The longsword was imbued with terrifying thunderous power, and Bu Qingyan was completely unprepared. Her protective divine light was instantly pierced, leaving her severely wounded.
This was a kind of prediction, easy to explain, but to achieve such a precise one-hit kill was simply impossible. Yet Long Chen managed to do it.
The violent power of thunder raged inside Bu Qingyan, paralyzing her whole body. Suddenly, she was terrified to see a figure charging at her. She wanted to raise her weapon to fight, but her body refused to obey. She watched helplessly as Xiaoyue's sword slashed fiercely at her neck.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered as Bu Qingyan's head flew off and was grabbed by Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue looked at Bu Qingyan's head, gritting her teeth and saying, "Wretch, use your head to honor my sister. I believe they'll be happy." "
Whew"
Xiaoyue tied Bu Qingyan's long hair up and tied it around her waist, wielding her long sword. Like a bolt of lightning, she lunged straight at a divine son. Her fierce appearance made countless strong warriors stand on end.
"Boom boom boom... Xiaoyue
swung her long sword like a rainbow, like a white ribbon, each move perilous, a killing move that threatened mutual destruction. The divine son was actually forced to retreat again and again by Xiaoyue.
The other divine attendants didn't wait for the divine sons and goddesses to attack; they were fearless and had long since disregarded life and death. In their eyes, there was only revenge—only the blood and lives of the enemy could comfort the souls of their sisters.
The Hidden Dragon warriors had no formation at this moment. As the other disciples fled in all directions, they could only chase and kill in all directions.
From the very beginning, the battle was a one-sided slaughter. Tens of thousands of disciples were now left with more than half corpses strewn across the battlefield. The brutal scene struck fear into countless people.
"Puff puff puff..."
When the divine sons and goddesses scattered and were entangled by the eight divine attendants, Tang Wan'er and the divine attendants coordinated almost one sword strike against the other. In an instant, all the divine sons and goddesses were all killed.
"Don't kill us, I beg you, don't kill us. We don't know anything. Please spare us. Every grievance has its source, every debt has its debt. Whoever framed you, go find whoever you want..." At this point,
only disciples from each team remained on the field. Someone threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and cried out loudly for mercy.
"Thud, thud, thud... Seeing
one person take the lead, everyone laid down their weapons and knelt down, giving up resistance. At that moment, the Hidden Dragon warriors gripped their swords and could no longer continue cutting.
At this moment, on the battlefield, there were sixteen teams, each with 3,600 men, totaling more than 57,000 people, but now there weren't even twenty thousand.
The disciples inside trembled with fear, while the higher-ups outside gritted their teeth. The spectators everywhere felt their scalps tingle. It seemed that such a thing had never happened in the countless years of history of the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
All sixteen divine sons and goddesses were killed. Most of their heads were hung around Xiaoyue's waist. The reason they weren't hung was because those gods and goddesses didn't have intact heads.
At this moment, facing these enemies who had laid down their weapons, the Hidden Dragon warriors could no longer strike. Even though they had bullied them countless times and gritted their teeth in hatred, when faced with kneeling beggars, their swords could no longer be cut down.
"Damn beasts, just you wait..."
These deputy pavilion masters watched helplessly as their descendants were slain. Their eyes were furious, yet they dared not rush into the battlefield to save them. They wished they could bite Long Chen and the Hidden Dragon warriors to death.
Meanwhile, Feng Xinyue sat in place, smiling as she watched everything happening before her, as if everything before her was extremely satisfying.
"Long Chen, should we kill them all?"
At this moment, Tang Wan'er approached Long Chen holding a long sword. She was covered in blood, her face cold, and the sword in her hand still dripped with sticky blood. The killing intent in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest, because no matter how many enemies she killed, her sisters would never return.
So looking at these people kneeling and begging for mercy, Tang Wan'er wanted to ask Long Chen for his opinion. As long as Long Chen gave the order, she would kill them all.
"You decide!" Long Chen said, because given his attitude, there was no need to ask.
Because all these people were involved in this conspiracy, setting traps and placing the Backwind Stone, they never intended to leave a way out for the Hidden Dragon Legion.
After this blow, Long Chen believed Tang Wan'er had matured. The saying 'kindness does not command troops, righteousness does not manage finances' is the truth. Mercy toward enemies is cruelty to oneself.
Tang Wan'er nodded, raised her sword, and walked toward the group. When they saw her walking forward with murderous intent, the Hidden Dragon warriors all raised their swords. They would not show mercy to anyone, because no one had ever shown mercy to them.
"Does kneeling and begging for mercy help? You set traps to harm us. Facing endless demons, do we have the chance to kneel and beg for mercy?
If I kneel and beg you for mercy, can you bring back my sisters who have died? Tang Wan'er gritted her teeth, her killing intent increasing with every step.
"Please don't kill us, no, please... These
disciples wailed and kowtowed like pounding garlic. Tang Wan'er's face was grim as she slowly raised her sword.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, the void trembled violently, space twisted, the battlefield vanished, and Long Chen and the others appeared on the arena.
When everyone appeared on the arena, the kneeling disciples erupted in thunderous cheers. They thought they were completely safe, and some even cursed loudly:
"A bunch of damn, your time has come, just wait to be ..."
"Puff puff puff...
Tang Wan'er slashed her sword, sword energy surging. Wherever the sword energy passed, everyone was turned into a mist of blood. In the end, their fate of being killed was not changed.
"Guards, surround these little bastards. Don't let them escape." A deputy pavilion master roared angrily.
"Rumble... Countless
powerful figures surrounded Long Chen and the others. Long Chen looked at the elders, a look of disdain appearing on his face. He ignored them and instead looked at Feng Xinyue:
"Senior, half of our grudge has been avenged. Next, I...You need some old folks' heads to honor the sisters—you probably have no objections! "