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The movements of the hands were unceasing, the blade dancing and flashing among the crowd. It resembled blooming white lotus flowers, bright and beautiful. However, this beauty brought with it a deadly threat; beneath the swirling sword flowers, soldiers were bound to perish.
"Swish!"
Just after slaying one person, a spear lunged from the side, aimed at Ye Mingshang's sword sheath.
"Clang!" The spear tip struck precisely against the sheath.
The spear is the ancestor and king of weapons. In ancient times, regardless of the country, the first weapon to appear was the spear. Why? Because it could most effectively kill an opponent. The spear is long, about two meters, with a straight shaft that provides great power and stability. Its sharp point is its only striking area; due to its small contact surface, it delivers immense force and penetration. Once pierced, even a general's iron helmet cannot withstand it.
Yet now, it was effortlessly blocked with a casual motion. Moreover, it was done while facing away from him, in a position completely unsuitable for exerting force.
"Zing! Slash!"
Ye Mingshang deflected the enemy in front of him and, as he turned, used the sheath to slice through the enemy's spear tip. With a swift turn, the blade flashed and cleanly ended the life of this spearman. The sheath that had clashed with the spear remained completely unharmed. Not only was the blade sharp, but the sheath was also remarkably resilient; truly a divine weapon!
After killing several people without hesitation, his strikes were swift and decisive. Moving through the ranks like an Azure Dragon or Spirit Serpent, he was not injured at all. Often, with just a flash of brilliance, several lives were extinguished.
In his past life, Ye Mingshang was known as the Killer Prince who had slain millions and nearly eradicated the demon realm. Having fought throughout his life, he excelled in combat and feared no numbers. With centuries of vitality behind him, he had developed a unique set of killing techniques adept at taking on multiple foes alone. With this method, he could navigate freely among thousands of troops.
Swish! Swish! Swish!!!
Brilliant flashes of light from his blade cut through the air like blooming white lotuses, while vibrant lives faded away one by one as wisps of white mist were absorbed.
Ye Mingshang had clearly become a human harvesting machine, his killing speed appalling. These trained and experienced veterans were no different from three-year-old children in his hands. At this rate, the hundred or so people would soon be gone.
Deng Jie’s heart was bleeding; these were comrades he had fought alongside in the past. Watching them lose their lives one by one was unbearable for him. However, he could not command them; the authority was entirely in the hands of that big man. He was merely a captain, and whether he could even keep that position was uncertain.
The big man had his eyes wide open, shocked by this terrifying combat power and the cold-blooded slaughterer before him.
“Quick! Call more people, gather everyone nearby! Assemble all forces to take down this chaotic group!” the big man shouted frantically, issuing orders.
The military's response was swift. Before Ye Mingshang could finish off the last of the hundred people, sounds of footsteps came from afar.
Ten
Twenty
Fifty
One hundred
...
More and more people rushed over, forming a dark mass that was quite imposing.
“There are indeed quite a few people, but... are they useful?” Ye Mingshang said as he dispatched the last person with his blade, allowing their essence to transform into White Mist and be absorbed by the Demon Blade. He then held the sword at an angle, pushing the hilt into the sheath. With a clang, the sword handle slid tightly into the sheath.
A one-meter-long Tang Dao had seemingly grown significantly longer, transforming into a nearly two-meter-long blade.
"No matter how many there are, they are still like a pack of dogs."
Ye Mingshang's gaze turned cold, and an overwhelming Killing Intent was instantly released. From a distance, about thirty percent of the Law Enforcement Officers fell to the ground. Even those who remained standing were shaky, and the rest were filled with fear. Now, only a little over half could still fight him; just his presence alone was enough to overwhelm half of them.
The Fat Official's pig also rolled over with its eyes glazed, fortunately far enough away that it wouldn't be trampled by the charging Law Enforcement Officers. The Overseer of Crimson Lotus Hell, however, showed some skill and was not greatly affected, though he stared wide-eyed in shock at this figure resembling a demonic god.
The old dean's eyes sparkled as well; he never expected that the little boy he had once rescued from nearly freezing to death beside a garbage bin would possess such strength. What had he experienced over the years?!
Having many people can sometimes have its downsides, especially in a charge. When these team members fell, those behind them often couldn't avoid stepping on them. With too many stepping on each other, they could suffer heavy blows and even crush the Soul Body, potentially leading to deaths among comrades before the fight even began.
Fortunately, this was an iron-blooded army; even if the enemy was terrifying, they would not flee. If it were some ragtag army, they would have likely lost their morale and seen deserters by now.
"The more people there are, the more I will kill. Trying to suppress me with numbers... it's simply a dream!"
Ye Mingshang snorted coldly and charged forward with the modified Tang Dao held diagonally.
The two sides clashed and soon met head-on.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!!"
The long blade had a wide attack range and strong power; as soon as it made contact, it swung in a circular motion due to inertia, claiming the lives of several Law Enforcement Officers.
Tang Dao transformed into a large blade, losing its previous agility but becoming more domineering and powerful, better suited for this kind of group battle. Sometimes there was no need to look closely; relying on the sharpness of the Treasure Blade, he could simply strike down. With each swing, several lives were taken.
The Law Enforcement Team was numerous and continued to pour in. Ye Mingshang killed enemies quickly, but they were coming faster than he could handle. With thousands upon thousands in their ranks, it would take even a trained soldier half a day to deal with them, let alone the thousands of chickens. He had come through the shadows and couldn't afford to waste too much time with them.
"Die!" The Big Han Leader saw that Ye Mingshang was busy dealing with enemies and stood at a distance, drawing his bow with a loud twang.
With a "whoosh," the arrow was released, cutting through the air at incredible speed. It was already close to Ye Mingshang.
"Clang!" A Flying Sword deflected the arrowhead.
In the distance, a slightly plump young man stood on a Flying Sword, rushing over quickly. His hand was still in the motion of throwing the Flying Sword.
"Fatty! What are you doing here?" Ye Mingshang was startled to see his flamboyant friend arrive.
"Hehe! You’re being too inconsiderate; how can you start a brawl without letting me know first? I could have brought people along," Fatty said with a chuckle. Though his words were simple, they carried deep camaraderie. For friends, one would face fire and water together; for friends, one would share life and death. This is friendship.
Fatty's expression then turned serious as he looked down at the crowd below and coldly declared, "So many people are bullying my brother alone; do they think we are without support?!"
"The sword returns to infinity, all swords attack together!"
(To be continued.)
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