The crushing might of a Mystic Realm expert descended. Sword Light flashed, cutting down a swath of enemies as easily as slicing through melons.
The water bandits' defensive line, already on the brink of collapse, completely disintegrated under this overwhelming might.
More and more of them broke and fled, the rout spreading like a tidal wave.
Of course, there were also Zhou Kuohai's diehard loyalists. Seeing their Alliance Leader in peril, their eyes burned with fury. They charged madly toward Chen Sheng, but were quickly intercepted by waves of Jingwu Guards who had reacted to the situation. They were soon swallowed by a storm of flashing blades.
What followed was undoubtedly a bloody slaughter.
...
"Urk... AHHH—!!"
Within the phantom Golden Bell, Zhou Kuohai's roars of fury had turned into whimpers of agony and despair.
The Nine Nether Yin Fire seeped in from every pore, relentlessly burning his flesh, his True Essence, and even his Divine Soul.
