What seemed like a fleeting moment, as swift as lightning, actually held immense significance. At this critical juncture, every second counted, and no mistakes could be afforded.
WHOOSH!
The remaining two hundred and fifty Swordsmen scattered, leaving Ling Chen exposed in the middle.
Ling Chen gave a cold laugh and stuck to one Swordsman's back like a shadow. THUMP! That Swordsman fell, not at Ling Chen's hand, but at the hands of other Swordsmen. The violent shockwave sent Ling Chen flying, yet it propelled him to the back of another Swordsman.
One by one, the Swordsmen fell. If they possessed Spiritual Wisdom, they would have certainly felt aggrieved by their deaths.
"Blazing Meteor!"
The Swordsmen all scattered. Ling Chen, finding no cover, pointed his sword at the two nearest Swordsmen. The meteor-like Sword Light ignored the distance, instantly sending them flying and crashing into three or four Swordsmen behind them who were preparing to launch a new round of attacks.
