Already level 120.
Still, it's a bit too few, only a little less than sixty thousand slain!
Standing by his side, Bartley jumped in shock when he heard Jiang Chen sigh. What did he mean by only a little less than sixty thousand? How many was he planning to kill? A hundred thousand? Or a million? Bartley recalled that this guy had once slaughtered a million soldiers of the Underworld Army—a whole million! What would it mean if it were a million from the Cannibal Tribe?
Jiang Chen's massacre had also caught the attention of the mighty.
A figure approached, standing in the air as she watched the countless Sword Auras sweep through everything. She was Euphemia, the City Lord of Pokala and also a Sixth-stage Master.
Jiang Chen looked up at the dark shadow in the sky.
Dozens of Sword Auras shot out rapidly.
Behind Euphemia, several tails swept through the air, deflecting the nearby Sword Auras. The Sword Qi attacks dissipated quickly upon contact with the tails.
