Countless barbarians, along with their horses, were bisected with a single slash. As the Sword Qi flashed by, it mowed them down like cutting grass, wantonly reaping the lives of the barbarians.
The old man stared blankly at the scholar before him, and the term "Immortal" involuntarily flashed through his mind.
With hesitation in his tone, he asked, "Are you an Immortal?"
"You must be an Immortal. Immortals, please show mercy and save all the suffering beings on this earth!" The old man fell to his knees with a thud, pleading desperately.
"The beings of the world are countless; how many can I, one person, save? With the great momentum of heaven and earth at play, even if I wish to save, how can I, when my Divine Skills are no match for fate? This is not an empty phrase," Lu Yu said, with a hint of a sigh in his tone.
Upon hearing this, a look of despair appeared on the old man's face. He murmured to himself, "Even the Immortals are helpless?"
