Chapter 551: A palm (3) (1/2)

Then they looked at the direction of the Sword Immortal standing there in the distance, facing thousands of people without even a hint of being fearful

Standing there he looks like an immovable mountain. When he moves he is like lightning, swift and deadly

For some reason, the Sword Immortal emanated this feeling of ancientness and a sense of vastness that they could not comprehend.

They look toward the Sword Immortal because they expected the land around him to explode after that sound.

But the moment he thrusted his sword forward, the sound explodes and a moment later, it was like the sound was cut apart.

There is no noise and no sound.

The sound of the rain falling could not be heard, the thunder and lightning dancing in the skies could not be listened to and every noise and sound seems to be cut apart with that one strike.

No one understands what happens.

Before any of them could make any sense what is happening, they saw the most unbelievable things.

Some of them gulped, and some of them even fainted seeing it.

It is because they saw that the thousands of soldiers charging toward the Sword Immortal is still charging forward, but their bodies had no head.

A thousand headless bodies rushing forward, their heads slide backward as their bodies moves forward, like they did not yet realize that they are dead.

Their neck veins spurted out blood even as its body keep moving forward

But that was not the only thing that shock the martial artist that is seeing the scene.

Even before those bodies could reach even one meter around the Sword Immortal, their bodies withered up before turning into dust and blow away by the winds.

A thousand people suddenly turns into dust a disappeared like they never existed in the first place.

Azief could feel Death Source for a bit and he infuse that in his sword strike.

It could be even said he had cheated a bit.

An inspiration flashed inside Azief mind.

He swung it towards the sky and the sky split apart. The wind that become the obstacle between the sword and the heaven were sliced apart.

But no one could still hear any sound. For a moment, they live in a soundless world.

The rain was split apart into two regions as the clouds were sliced off in that one simple movement of swinging his sword to the sky.

Azief did not stop as he moves again.

This time he no longer walks. he rushed forward, his sword charging with him. He swings, he hacks, he cuts and he slices, killing hundreds of soldiers with one strikes.

Each strikes created a hair raising pressure, cut apart the lands and wither the life force of everything that is in the path of that sword strike.

'Sword God' that is the thoughts of many people seeing all of this.

They have never seen such a grandmaster of martial arts possessing such power that seems to transcend even the limitation of powers that grandmaster possesses.