Flying Sword Five Breaths to kill ten thousand People

Tens of thousands of Cultivators, their treasures lined up neatly, riding ferocious beasts, charged forward mightily.

Seeing this battle formation, the thousands of People of the Zhang Family couldn't help but tremble with fear in their hearts.

The leader of the enemy was an extremely fierce Heaven Mending Realm master who had reached the Second Heavenly Layer, a rare existence in the entire realm.

The tens of thousands of Cultivators had clearly seen the People of the Zhang Family and halted their charge. A Cultivator wearing yellow robes and riding an armored jade beast, at the Sea Inversing Realm, laughed and said,

"You've all come out, could it be that you want to surrender? But we've come this far, you can't possibly think surrendering now will spare your lives. Haha."

Beside him, a Cultivator wearing purple yin armor laughed, "Let's kill all the thousands of People of the Zhang Family, drain their blood for pills, and that old guy at the Sea Inversing Realm will make for a good profit. Then we'll break into the Zhang Family's main hall and claim total victory!"

The tens of thousands of Cultivators were excited and filled with killing intent.

Chen Xia remained calm, stretching and yawning lazily.

He wanted to scare the Zhang Family people first, it would be easier to control them that way. Otherwise, if he made the first move and killed them all immediately, they wouldn't feel a sense of crisis.

Zhang Feiyu's face was pale beside him. Although he trusted the Ancestor Chen, hearing that the enemy's leader included a master at the Heaven Mending Realm Second Heavenly Layer, with his own low cultivation realm, he couldn't imagine how powerful someone at the Heaven Mending Realm was. He couldn't help reminding Chen Xia,

"Ancestor Chen... that Cultivator is said to be at the Second Heavenly Layer of the Heaven Mending Realm, he's...he's very powerful."

"How powerful?" Chen Xia asked with a smile.

"Probably...probably as powerful as fifty...a hundred Cultivators at the Sea Inversing Realm," Zhang Feiyu guessed uncertainly.

"A Cultivator at the Heaven Mending Realm Second Heavenly Layer is far more powerful than a hundred at the Sea Inversing Realm. More like over a thousand at Sea Inversing Realm," Chen Xia replied.

Then he smiled and asked again, "How many Heaven Mending Realm Second Heavenly Layer masters do you think I'm equal to?"

"I...I don't know," Zhang Feiyu hesitated and shook his head.

Chen Xia nodded. "I don't know either. I'll probably just kill however many come."

If all the Heaven Mending Realm Second Heavenly Layer masters in the world came, Chen Xia estimated he could kill them all.

Zhang Feiyu was shocked, he really hadn't expected this answer. Licking his lips, he felt somewhat parched, not knowing how to respond. But he was also pleasantly surprised.

Seeing the tens of thousands of Cultivators about to attack, Chen Xia stopped watching. He stepped forward, standing in front of the People of the Zhang Family.

"Making such a big fuss, but there aren't many who can actually do anything. Boring."

Before the tens of thousands of Cultivators could respond...

Buzz!

A sword flashed across the sky like the most majestic beam of light between heaven and earth.

The head of the Heaven Mending Realm Cultivator fell smoothly, without the slightest resistance.

Then tens of thousands of swords shot out swiftly, only seeing a mist of blood explode as heads fell. The tens of thousands of Cultivators became a huge crimson fog.

There were no screams, because they all died in one strike.

And no Cultivators escaped, even the ferocious beasts were beheaded.

It was over very quickly, in just five breaths, and the swords returned after killing every last enemy.

The thousands of People of the Zhang Family stared wide-eyed, too shocked to speak.

The tens of thousands of Cultivators who had rendered them powerless and nearly destroyed the entire Zhang Family were gone, just like that?!

The whole thing happened so fast they couldn't even react before it was over, as easy as stomping ants on the roadside.

The Zhang family second ancestor was also incredulous, looking up at Chen Xia in the sky with irrepressible excitement, hurriedly kneeling in worship,

"Thank you for your great kindness and virtue to the Zhang Family!"

The thousands of People of the Zhang Family also knelt down one after another, kowtowing to Chen Xia, their words sincere and their expressions excited.

They had been oppressed for thousands of years, and finally got to vent their anger fiercely!

Chen Xia's expression remained indifferent. He said, "Clean up the battlefield, there should be some things you can use. As for how to distribute them, do as you like."

He pointed at the Zhang family second ancestor again, "You take charge of the clean up."

"Yes, yes!" The Zhang family second ancestor nodded quickly and led the thousands of People of the Zhang Family to loot the battlefield.

The tens of thousands of corpses were neatly piled together, meaning no one had escaped. The wounds on each severed head were also very neat, almost identical on every corpse.

This made the People of the Zhang Family even more shocked, not daring to imagine Chen Xia's true power.

Under the Zhang family second ancestor's direction, they hurried to clean up the battlefield, not missing any treasures. They took away the spirit stones, and even stripped off the armor and robes from the corpses.

The Zhang Family was very poor now, desperately needing resources and treasures.

Chen Xia just stood quietly in the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Above him was the firmament.

Beyond the firmament was the upper realm.

There, a Quasi-Saint stirred, crossing through the barrier of the two firmaments with divine will, glancing at Chen Xia.

Buzz!

The bronze sword shrieked as it slashed towards the Quasi-Saint's divine will.

The Quasi-Saint spread out his Grand Dao, forming a square wall of heavenly ice, but it didn't block the attack for a moment before being stabbed straight through, directly severing this strand of his soul.

In the upper realm,

the Quasi-Saint was drenched in cold sweat, his expression terrified and incredulous.

"Sword Dao Quasi-Saint, which fierce one is this?!"