Chapter 163: Chapter 162: Leveling a City (Part 1) With a clang, the Horizontal Saber emerged like a flood dragon from the sea,
and in one stroke shattered the forehead of the martial world man at the forefront. With a "clang," his skull exploded, and his body split into two, flying off to either side, knocking down a large crowd of people.
"Kill," "Kill"
Frantic roars erupted as dense crowds surged forward, clashing noises blended into one, resounding through the dark night, as if even the snowflakes in the sky paused for a moment.
Faced with this overwhelming momentum,
Gu Zhan did not stop, instead continuing to stroll forward, with each step swinging the saber. As he swung, the slender blade buzzed wildly, bending and releasing to the extreme, slashing through the cold wind with a crack, and with each strike, a mist of blood erupted!
The blade danced like shooting stars, each arc followed by a spray of blood. In moments, the ground was littered with fallen bodies, occasionally a survivor would let out a wail.
The whistling of the air broke through, giving those martial world men no time to react, deep cuts and slashes decapitated heads, accompanied by flying limbs and mangled bodies, wails blending with the cries of the battle.
The Horizontal Saber was long, its reach a vacuum where no one who entered came out whole.
"Kill, kill for me, anyone who manages to kill him, I’ll give a hundred taels... no, a thousand taels of silver!"
Seeing those martial world men weakened by Gu Zhan’s aura, Luo Huaiyang immediately shouted, prompting another surge of attacks. Since ancient times, people have died for money as birds have for food; there’s never a shortage of those who tie their heads to their belts for profit.
A few large knives came slashing over, Gu Zhan bent slightly, twisting the Horizontal Saber at his waist and launching it like lightning, directly severing five, six, seven, eight bodies at the waist, their entrails spilling out.
Gu Zhan held the Horizontal Saber, strolling, quickly accelerating, starting to sprint.
It was like galloping on a battlefield, momentum like a rainbow, running with lightning speed and thunderous force, like the march of thousands of troops and horses. His steps were dense, and as the Horizontal Saber dragged on the ground, dust would have flown up if it were a battlefield,
The Horizontal Saber spun quickly, slicing the air, its tip glinting, illuminating the night with a dim, yellow light,
then it was a hand rising, a blade falling, hand rising, blade falling,
like an unskilled farmer fighting, swinging and slashing wildly with a weapon,
disregarding the number of opposing blades,
disregarding the number of opponents,
he slashed wildly,
his Horizontal Saber now crimson, wildly streaking through the air,
"pffft" "pffft" sounds,
like slicing watermelons,
one slash, one person, one slash, two people, one slash, three people,
each slash ending with a spray of blood, like watermelon juice, sometimes accompanied by severed limbs, sometimes a head.
"clang" "clang clang clang"
Gu Zhan’s completely unstrategic style couldn’t possibly evade the dense attacks, his body already bore many cuts, yet each strike on him only resulted in metallic ringing sounds.
Some people flew into the alley walls, spitting blood as they slid down; others had their legs severed, leaving torsos wailing; some had their skulls shattered, brains splattering;
where Gu Zhan passed, blood flowed, bodies piled chaotically, cries of horror and pain rose and fell.
Behind the crowd,
Luo Huaiyang and the group of major figures were somewhat terrified.
"Such strong defense!" Juyi Manor’s Manor Master, Nie Wenzhao, held the Long Sword, eager to try.
Red Flower Granny leaned on her cane, speaking softly, "This won’t do, at this rate, even if we kill him, who knows how many of us will die?"
Lu the Third Duke, wielding an Iron Spear, said sternly, "I don’t believe his Horizontal Martial Arts Training has no limits!"
"I don’t believe it either," Nie Wenzhao chuckled softly.
The two exchanged a glance.
Luo Huaiyang said gravely, "This kid’s strength is truly terrifying, not to be underestimated. Bring more experts, we’ll surely find his weak spot!"
The few nodded,
"Go!"
Lu the Third Duke, gripping the Iron Spear, was the first to charge into the crowd.
Immediately after, Nie Wenzhao and Red Flower Granny also rushed into the throng, calling their experts.
Dozens of Innate Martial Artists quietly infiltrated the crowd, launching their attack.
At this moment, on the long street,
Gu Zhan was still slashing,
his body drenched in blood,
bloody mist filled the air before him,
kill all who stand in his way, deities too!
Suddenly,
a killing intent far surpassing any before emerged,
Gu Zhan raised an eyebrow, flipping a saber strike,