The battlefield was a mess. It was as if there had been a terrorist attack moments ago.
Blood was everywhere.
Lu Xuan stood among the bodies scattered all over the place, looking as if he was some god of war who just walked out of the battlefield.
Even Shi Danze, who had long gotten used to killing back in Southeast Asia, was utterly terrified by what he just saw.
It was not like he had not seen someone being killed. In fact, he himself had killed many before.
However, things before his eyes were totally different from before. The ones who died were not common folks, but formidable cultivators.
Three National Guardians and several Martial Arts Legends, as well as a great number of HuaJin Masters and Baodan Grandmasters. It was a lineup that would have been able to topple any regime of a small nation effortlessly.
Such powers from such a lineup would have made it very difficult for even a National Guardian target to escape unscathed.
