The blade flashed by, leaving no one able to withstand a single move, only splattering blood and flying heads, mixed with piercing screams, composing a symphony of hell.
Liu Yujiao in the distant woods was dumbfounded.
She never expected this handsome young man to possess such formidable strength and be so ruthless in his actions.
Just then, Zhao Ya, who was unstoppable and harvested heads as if chopping vegetables, felt his sword suddenly pause, followed by a crisp clang.
Focusing his gaze, he saw a burly man standing in front of him, wielding a giant axe to block his sword.
Even though the giant axe was very broad, making Zhao Ya’s short sword appear as thin as a toothpick in comparison, the burly man’s face still showed a hint of exertion.
At the same time, his heart was filled with shock.
For just that simple parry had numbed his hands, indicating how terrifying Zhao Ya’s strength was.
Where did such a master suddenly appear from?
The burly man’s heart was filled with uncertainty and doubt, yet he saw Zhao Ya’s lips slightly curl into a cold smile.
"Not bad, finally a somewhat decent enemy. I thought all of you in the Python God Sect were just a bunch of useless buffoons!"
At these words, the burly man angrily snorted through his nose, wanting to speak but unable to open his mouth.
Because at that moment, Zhao Ya exerted sudden force with his hand.
In an instant, the burly man felt as if a mountain pressed down on his giant axe, unable even to struggle, and both his arms broke simultaneously.
"Ahhhhh!"
The giant axe fell to the ground, and the burly man’s hands dropped powerlessly, making him scream in pain.
But the next second, the scream abruptly stopped, as a short sword pierced his mouth and then penetrated through the back of his head.
The burly man’s eyes were full of disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe he died just like that.
Yet Zhao Ya had no interest in such matters, as he swiftly pulled out his sword and flicked it backhandedly, deflecting a rapidly approaching crossbow arrow.
Meanwhile, countless crossbow arrows rained down on Zhao Ya like raindrops, the sharp whistling filling the air.
But Zhao Ya remained unflustered, his sword transforming into countless blades in an instant, each strike precisely hitting the incoming crossbow arrows.
Accompanied by cracking sounds, countless fragments of crossbow arrows fell before Zhao Ya.
Then Zhao Ya shot into the sky like an arrow, flying toward the distance.
Before the second wave of crossbow arrows came, Zhao Ya was already amidst the flustered crossbowmen, swiftly harvesting their heads like slicing vegetables.
The entire process took only a dozen seconds, and the field was already littered with corpses.
The crowd watching from afar was shocked by the scene.
It should be known that the burly man killed by Zhao Ya’s first strike was the head of security at the Python God Sect headquarters.
Yet he didn’t even survive a single move before dying instantly.
And these meticulously trained crossbowmen only managed to shoot one wave of arrows before being slaughtered completely.
Who is this fierce god-like figure that emerged, and how can he be so formidable?
Just as the higher-ups of the Python God Sect were in panic, Zhao Ya suddenly felt a strange sensation and immediately looked up toward a distant hillside.
Then he locked eyes with a figure in black clothing on the hillside.
It was a gaze devoid of any human emotion, possessing only the cold-bloodedness characteristic of reptiles.
At this moment, the gaze was filled with extreme malice and violence.
For an ordinary person, just the stare would cause their mind to descend into chaos.
Yet Zhao Ya was not only unafraid but also raised an eyebrow with interest.
"I thought the self-proclaimed Celestial Human Realm High Priest was something extraordinary, but it’s just a beast-possessed waste!"
The sarcasm in his words was almost oozing out.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the black-clad figure on the hillside showed a fury on his face.
Then the face revealed fine serpent-scale patterns, and a forked tongue protruded.
In short, the black-clad figure now looked not like a human but like a snake demon transformed into human form.
"Kill!"
When the barely discernible word, spoken as if from someone long unused to speaking, came from the black-clad man’s mouth,
those who had been hesitating and fearful of Zhao Ya suddenly had eyes turn crimson.
Then they charged forward without fear.
With a few splatting sounds, the heads of those in the front instantly rolled off.
Yet these people know no fear, eagerly rushing toward Zhao Ya.
Some even opened their mouths, trying to bite Zhao Ya’s sword.
Of course, these attempts all failed.
Naturally, Zhao Ya wouldn’t show leniency to these people. Before he came, Zhao Ya had already decided to eradicate the Python God Sect, now fallen into a cult.
So in a way, they got what they wanted.
The blade, like Wind-Slaying, cut through without hindrance.
Wherever it passed, severed limbs and heads flew together.
In just a blink, Zhao Ya carved a bloody path and then leaped toward the hillside.
The black-clad figure on the hillside did not dodge, only watched quietly.
Until Zhao Ya was halfway up, he suddenly let out a roar.
In an instant, his clothes tore apart, revealing beneath a scaled, terrifyingly hideous body.
Then he raised his fist, bringing it down toward Zhao Ya with the momentum of a falling mountain.