Splatters of blood rained down as bodies collapsed one after another. Seeing this, Wan Xiaoshan stood frozen. It felt like he was dreaming.1

The expressions on the fallen mirrored Tian Wenjing’s—lost and bewildered. Hundreds of experts, the elite of the Clear River Gate, had been slain in an instant. 1

For Wan Xiaoshan and the others, this felt like a beautiful dream. But for the surviving members of the Clear River Gate, it was a nightmare beyond reckoning.0

“Well done,” praised Long Chen.0

Long Chen gave Xia Chen a thumbs-up, genuinely impressed. A single talisman from him had erased an entire force of top experts.0

Xia Chen had always been a grandmaster of formations and talismans,...0