Under the Chen Xi Sword, a kilometer in front of Jason, everything was cleaved in two.
Whether it was a chariot or the ground.
A trench ten meters deep and a kilometer long appeared on the battlefield.
And this was not the end.
After the kilometer-long Chen Xi Sword was slashed, it didn't disappear; Jason still 'held' it in his hand.
Jason pivoted on the ball of his foot, his waist rotating sharply.
Then, he abruptly retracted it.
Suddenly, the Chen Xi Sword in his hand drew a perfect 'circle'.
The chariots on the battlefield paused for a moment within this 'circle'.
Then—
All the turrets of the chariots silently slid off.
Unlike Jason's usual Chen Xi Sword, at this moment, both its length and sharpness had reached an inconceivable degree.
No object could withstand such a strike.
Any existence facing this sword would tremble with fear.
Laughter!
Exhilarated laughter echoed across the battlefield.
It seemed to originate from where Jason stood.
