Shen Yuan swung his scythe, a massive storm of wind blades erupting forth, fueled perfectly with his sharp, overwhelming Scythe Intent.
The short disciple desperately raised his daggers in defense, eyes widening in horror, "No—!!"
The wind blades mercilessly tore through his defenses, slicing cleanly across his body. Blood splattered into the air as the short disciple's eyes dimmed with disbelief, collapsing to the ground lifelessly in multiple pieces.
The feminine man and the archer staggered backward, their expressions twisted in fear and shock, while Yao Shuo's eyes turned grave.
"Fourth Level Scythe Intent and Fourth Level Wind Intent… Two Fourth Level Intents…" Yao Shuo's voice trembled slightly, comprehending the sheer absurdity of Shen Yuan's talent. "Who… what exactly are you?"
Shen Yuan smiled calmly and put the scythe on his shoulder. "That is not important. Now, will you leave yourself, or should I keep you here forever?"
