There was simply no end to these things—no matter how many he killed, there would always be more to replace them. Filled with killing intent, Qianye headed toward the enemy in large strides.

Bluemoon was shocked out of her wits. “What are you doing? Are you mad?”

The group of armored warriors surged toward Qianye like a black tide. At a glance, they seemed poised to devour the skies!

However, Qianye’s combat arts had reached a stage of great success. His gait alternated between various speeds as he weaved through the horde and arrived in their midst. The movements of all the armored troops turned sluggish for a short moment which—to experts like Qianye and Bluemoon—was enough to do many things. East Peak seemed weightless as it danced about, slashing off half a dozen legs in the blink of an eye.

Qianye’s well-timed slashes removed only one leg from every soldier. This left the armored warriors still capable of fighting but drastically reduced their combat strength. Even the city guard could pick them off in large numbers.

On the other end of the battlefield, Bluemoon’s eyes...