The Human Emperor wielded a sword, with the common people as its spine, the mountains and rivers as its courage, and the heroic spirit within as its sharp edge. With a single slash, he could annihilate all barbarians, vanquish all demons, and quell all chaos.
Yet the Human Emperor, so towering that he reached into the distant clouds and whose form could not be discerned, issued just one strike before pausing motionlessly with his sword.
This strike shattered the resolve and ambition of twenty thousand Two-headed Wolf Riders who sought to breach the Central Plains and knock open the gates of Jade Capital.
Regardless of whether they were Fifth Grade Ice Barbarians or the Two-headed Giant Wolves bred in Kabulor, all were bleeding from seven orifices. This was not merely injury; everything within them was crumbling, including their hearts.
One strike, and nearly all twenty thousand Two-headed Wolf Riders were annihilated.
A mere scattering of over a thousand remained.
