They sized up Chen Ji in silence, sensing that the Executive Officer before them did not possess a high realm, yet his sword skill was of greater importance.
One of them said fiercely, "Kill!"
"Kill!"
The armored soldiers lunged again.
The alley was narrow, allowing at most four Elephant Armor Guards to attack Chen Ji at once. As one fell, another living soul would take their place.
One after another, the Elephant Armor Guards collapsed, and one after another, they joined the fray—until, at a certain moment, everyone suddenly realized there was no one left behind them to take their place.
In the alley, Chen Ji shifted and maneuvered like a rolling millstone, grinding all the soldiers to dust.
Time passed without measure, and Chen Ji, drenched in blood, backed into the alley's white walls. Blood splattered everywhere, like a landscape painting of a myriad of red mountains.
In the alley, only the last soldier remained. Chen Ji advanced a step; the soldier retreated a step.