Xu Nian watched as the disorganized army of a hundred thousand collapsed.
A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Facing a million-strong army, his killing intent, honed through the slaughter of no fewer than two hundred thousand troops, was formidable.
Had it not been for his inability to withstand the momentum of this hundred thousand.
He feared it would have been a senseless slaughter.
Luo Pingnan was the first to recover his senses.
At this moment, his view of Xu Nian had completely changed.
As for Luo Hen, his gaze towards Xu Nian was filled with utter terror.
At that moment, looking at the suppressed hundred thousand, a trace of panic began to stir in his heart.
Could this fellow truly have the ability to slay him in front of his own father?
