Chapter 1363

And at this moment, Yang Jian also moved.

In his hand, the three-pronged, two-edged blade slashed out sharp waves of qi.

"Crack!"

When he passed by a sect disciple.

Instantly, countless cracks appeared on the disciple's body.

The entire person was flung backward.

At the same time, Yang Jian pointed again.

"Ssssh!"

The head of an elder flew upward.

Then, he kicked out.

"Boom!"

The sect disciple's body was flung away.

Nearly a hundred people were killed.

The surrounding crowd could not possibly resist.

In a short time.

Nearly a hundred had already been killed.

These ordinary disciples could not possibly compare to Yang Jian.

At this moment, he was like a demon god.

Wherever he passed, none could stop him; every strike landed.

Always bringing forth waves of blood and gore.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with terror.

The Han's strength was too great.

No one could hold him back.

Especially Ximen Wudi, who inspired even greater fear.

He was a ruthless man.

If the fighting continued, the Desert Sect would not fare well.

After all, they were not the Son of Heaven of the Desert.

They were merely sect disciples.

At this moment, under the threat of death, they no longer cared about anything else.

They all chose to break out.

But at this moment, Ximen Wudi did not lower his guard.

As the sect disciples tried to flee.

His mounted archers behind him surged forward.

An arrow shot out.

"Shhh!"

The charging Desert Sect disciples were pinned to the spot.

At this moment, their eyes revealed shock.

"Your Majesty, spare our lives!"

Someone cried out.

But Ximen Wudi paid no attention.

And at this moment, the Han soldiers seized the opportunity to attack.

Their target was to slay these Desert Sect members.

At this moment, none of them would show mercy.

Moreover, these were enemies—no courtesy was needed.

As a series of screams rang out.

The Desert Sect disciples were slaughtered to the last.

"Han Emperor, if you do this, the Desert Sect will surely seek revenge.

Even if we chase you to the Nine Provinces, we will kill you!"

The Desert Sect elder cried out.

His voice carried a venomous hatred.

But what met him was Yang Jian's spear sweeping across.

"Boom!"

The Desert Sect elder was instantly crushed into a mist of blood.

At this moment, he finally understood.

Why Ximen Wudi had chosen to exterminate them utterly.

And just after the battle ended.

At the city gate.

The city governor stepped forward respectfully.

He did not rebuke Ximen Wudi; instead, he fawned and said.

"Han Emperor, your heroism surpasses all! Our Desert Ancient Kingdom pledges allegiance to you!"

This was his only choice.

If Ximen Wudi agreed to his terms, then he need not worry about the others.

Yet, just as his words had barely faded.

Ximen Wudi's icy voice rang out.

"I have never needed the loyalty of trash.

Get out!"

The voice carried boundless murderous intent.

It made the city lord's heart tremble with dread.

And at that very moment.

From afar, another group of riders charged forth.

At their head was a young man.

Clad in armor, wearing a golden crown.

His eyes radiated brutality.

It was none other than the heir of the Dahuang Clan.

Yet, when he saw the scene before him.

His expression changed instantly.

"Father, this Han Emperor is indeed provoking us.

He has not only destroyed our Dahuang Clan's ancestral seat.

But also slaughtered more than half of our clan.

Today, united, we must utterly annihilate him!"

His voice brimmed with intense killing intent.

This time, he was prepared to risk everything.

Otherwise, all of them would die here.

And just as his words ended.

The Dahuang Clan members echoed him.

"Brother is right—this feud cannot be reconciled.

If my brother and I join forces, we will surely capture him!"

After speaking, he leapt downward.