The swordsmen who tried to approach him fell one by one under the icy True Qi of the Bright Jade Technique and the fierce onslaught of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. Screams and exclamations echoed endlessly on this bloody battlefield.
Zhong Renwang looked around, only to see those swordsmen who once flaunted their power alongside him now collapsing in droves like wheat being blown down by a fierce wind.
Crimson blood flowed freely on the ground, gathering into pools of blood, the stench of which permeated the air, making one nauseous.
Zhong Renwang's legs trembled slightly, and the fear within him surged like an overwhelming tide, completely engulfing him, with coldness rushing from his feet to his head. Yet, his sinister nature, as deep-rooted as a stubborn stone, made him still vainly attempt to struggle even though he knew he was in a desperate situation, making a final fight like a trapped beast.
