Shen Changqing's expression was calm as he walked alone on the main street.
Suddenly, a faint breeze brushed past.
His stance shifted.
The long saber was unsheathed in an instant, already empowered by his coagulated Heavenly Centipede True Qi. It erupted with terrifying power as he abruptly whirled and slashed downward.
Instantly, he saw a Hongyi, its face indistinct, being split in half by the long saber.
"AH!!"
A sharp, piercing scream tore through the air as the Hongyi's body, bisected by the long saber, dissipated like smoke.
At the same time, a familiar sensation flowed along the saber into Shen Changqing's hands.
He checked the panel. His Slaughter Value, which had been zero, was now seven.
The Demon Evil he had just slain was the weakest he had encountered in his entire life. The mere seven points of Slaughter Value it contributed made its pathetic weakness clear.
He had slain the Demon Evil with a single saber strike.
