In their eyes, this was more than enough.
Ryan, however, merely smiled.
He didn't retreat. He didn't tense up.
Instead, he casually raised his hand.
Three wind blades condensed instantly in midair.
Then—
He flicked his wrist.
Boom!
The wind blades flashed past like lightning.
And in the next second, three heads flew into the air and blood sprayed over the place.
Before the three silver-robed warriors could even reach Ryan, their bodies collapsed to the ground, headless.
Instant kill.
Absolute silence fell over the ancient road.
"What—?"
Chang Bo's eyes bulged, his face drained of all color. A wave of heat surged from his lower body as terror overwhelmed him.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Half a month ago, even when Ryan was strong, Chang Bo and Zhang Yuxi could still exchange a few moves with him. Ryan had been powerful, yes—but not to this extent.
Now?
Three Exalts… slaughtered like chickens without even being able to provide resistance at all.
