Blood-colored ripples surged forward in a fan-shaped shockwave, submerging the blood bone residues of Qiu Huaijie and shattering the ten-plus cavalrymen charging from behind.
It must be said, these elite Imperial Army's Iron Cavalry were truly formidable, each one brave and valiant.
However, under Zhou Ping'an's Gang Qi and tremendous strength, the cultivation of those in the Blood Exchange Realm was as fragile as pieces of paper.
The Sword Qi whistled past, with no one able to withstand a single strike.
Watching these elite soldiers of the Imperial Army fall like pigs and dogs beneath his sword, a faint trace of reluctance passed through Zhou Ping'an's heart.
However, that bit of untimely tenderness was quickly dissipated by the bloody winds, vanishing without a trace.
It has been said since ancient times, "Mercy cannot helm an army."
