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Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Time stood still after that ten-zhang-long sword beam swept past.

Ahead, the upper bodies of fifty Jin infantrymen slid down from their waists and crashed to the ground with a dull thud. Their lower bodies remained in their spear-wielding stances, legs straight and motionless.

Blood gushed from the smooth cut, staining the bluestone pavement crimson.

This bizarre, bloody, and absurdly orderly scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the Jin soldiers in the rear.

The soldiers in the front ranks began to retreat uncontrollably. They dropped their weapons and crawled backward on all fours, their faces filled with pure terror.

"ah--!"

Finally, someone broke down and let out a scream.

Panic spread like a plague throughout the entire formation. The once orderly military formation crumbled at this moment. Soldiers pushed and trampled each other, just to get as far away from the Taoist priest in blue as possible.

On the city wall, the Jin general's body was trembling violently.

That's not martial arts.

That's sorcery!

"Don't retreat! Anyone who retreats will be executed!" He drew his sword and roared hysterically.

"Cavalry! Charge from both flanks! Crush him!"

"Archers! Fire! Shoot him down with arrows!"

"Infantry! Fill the gaps! Overwhelm him with lives!"

The frantic commands echoed in the trembling air.

However, Shen Mo ignored all of this.

He formed a sword incantation with his left hand, while his right hand held the ancient sword "Qinghong" horizontally in front of his chest. He mobilized all the remaining innate true energy within his body. The silver light flowing on the sword suddenly accelerated, emitting a deep hum.

"kill!"

"kill--!"

As the general's supervisory team swung their swords, the soldiers, driven by fear, were forced back by the threat of death.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered from both sides of the street. Two heavily armored cavalry units, each several hundred men, merged into two torrents of steel, kicking up clouds of dust as they launched a pincer attack on Shen Mo's position.

On the city wall, countless bowstrings were drawn taut once again.

"put!"

Arrows rained down like dark clouds, obscuring the sky that was just beginning to lighten, whistling densely as they hurtled towards Shen Mo's head.

Faced with this earth-shattering scene, Shen Mo simply swung the ancient sword in his hand upwards casually.

A crescent-shaped silver sword aura detached from the sword and soared into the sky. The sword aura flew ten zhang into the air, then exploded with a bang, transforming into an invisible net of energy that covered the entire sky above the city gate.

The rain of arrows vanished silently the moment they touched the silver net of energy. The hard iron spikes and sturdy shafts turned into the finest dust in an instant, falling down in a flurry.

Not a single arrow could pierce that curtain of sky.

Shen Mo ignored the charging cavalry. He slowly pointed the tip of his sword forward, toward the tightly packed, newly regrouped army of thousands.

His left hand, sword-like fingers, slowly traced inch by inch along the blade of the ancient sword "Qinghong." With each inch he traced, the silver light on the blade brightened. A pure aura of destruction began to emanate from the sword.

The cavalry on both flanks had surged to within twenty feet of Shen Mo. The riders on horseback wore expressions of ferocious killing intent.

But in the next moment.

"Hiss—!"

The hundred or so warhorses at the forefront suddenly let out a mournful wail. They forcibly halted their forward momentum, their hooves went weak, and they all knelt down on the ground, their massive bodies trembling violently with fear.

No matter how the cavalrymen whipped their horses or kicked them with their heels, these battle-hardened mounts could not advance another step.

It seemed as if the person standing in front of me was not a single person.

It is a colossal beast from ancient times.

This fear, originating from the deepest part of the soul, overwhelmed all training and instinct.

At that very moment, Shenmo completed his preparations.

He faced the massive army of thousands ahead and thrust his sword out with a single, even motion.

There was no earth-shattering sword energy.

Instead, a single, intense silver light suddenly shone from the tip of the sword.

Then that point of silver light instantly spread and exploded, transforming into thousands, even tens of thousands, of fine silver sword energies.

A silvery downpour appeared out of nowhere.

This "rain" covered the entire area, which stretched for hundreds of feet in front of us.

There were no screams.

There wasn't even the sound of weapons breaking.

Only a series of dense, chilling "poof" sounds filled the air, drowning out all other sounds in the world.

That was the sound of countless extremely sharp sword energies simultaneously piercing through armor, cutting through flesh, and crushing bones.

The army of thousands was instantly pierced, cut, and torn apart in this silver "rain".

The rain came quickly and went quickly.

One breath.

The rain stopped, and the sunlight faded.

A vast, shocking blank area appeared before the city gate. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dark red, viscous substance. It was a swamp formed by evenly cut fragments of weapons and armor mixed with flesh and blood that was no longer recognizable as human.

In the blink of an eye, an army of thousands was wiped out from the land.

On the city wall, the Jin general stood there blankly, his body stiff as a stone statue.

Clang.

The sword slipped from his fingers and fell onto the city bricks with a remarkably crisp sound.

Shen Mo slowly sheathed his sword.

"Clang."

The sound of the ancient sword being sheathed was clearly heard by each survivor.

He turned around, glanced at the sky outside the city that had already brightened completely, and then walked step by step through the gap in the city gate that he had personally blasted open.

In his mind, the prompts from the ancient mirror flashed wildly, finally settling on an astonishing total.

[A total of 4327 evil soldiers have been killed, and 43270 good/evil points have been obtained.]

A little over 43,000!

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.

As expected, the Jin dynasty invaded the south, slaughtering countless Han Chinese. Each of these vicious soldiers was deeply sinful. The gains from this battle far exceeded expectations.

His figure quickly disappeared into the morning mist outside the city.

On the city wall, the surviving Jin general's legs buckled, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing heavily to his knees.

His body trembled violently, his jaw chattered uncontrollably, and he kept muttering two indistinct words.

"God...Demon..."

The sun rises in the east.

The golden sunlight illuminated the city gates of Zhongdu for the first time.

It also illuminated that bloody, mangled void, like hell descending upon the earth.