Seeing Song Zining retreat with injuries, Qianye made a prompt decision to leap into the swarm of dark races below the wall. The might of his Oceanic Vortex erupted in full force, eliciting miserable cries from the dark race soldiers within a several dozen meters radius. The low-ranking soldiers were immediately crushed to the ground. The cannon fodder were deformed and perished quickly under the great pressure. Finally, the high-ranking warriors were able to struggle for a bit, but they could only hold out for a couple of moments.

Only ranked experts could resist the power of Qianye’s Oceanic Vortex, albeit barely. Just like that, the three relatively calm viscounts became evident in their midst.

Qianye stepped forth and slashed out thrice with East Peak, each strike in a different direction. And everywhere his blade fell, a viscount would fall—there was no escaping his strike no matter how they struggled or dodged.

Qianye immediately grew weaker after the three strikes. He wasn’t overzealous for battle, either, and simply jumped back into the fort.

That which Qianye had used was the sword art he had comprehended, Sweeping Calm. The move was simply too tyrannical, and up until this...