High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The third main street in the eastern part of the royal city.

A battalion of rebel soldiers is clearing civilian houses one by one. The unit consists of 3,000 men, and the leader is only a sixth-level peak cultivator.

Their method of advance was standard urban mopping tactics: shield infantry blocked the way, archers held the line, and infantry broke down doors house by house, dragging civilians out and killing them directly.

The battalion commander was a burly man from the Abyss Continent at the peak of the sixth rank. He stood on an armored vehicle in the middle of the street, giving orders. His mask was off, revealing a face covered with scars.

He was pointing at an electronic map with a cane made of lightning-struck wood that he had stolen from somewhere, while a clerk stood beside him, recording the street numbers that had been cleared and the number of prisoners.

Standing 500 meters away on the ruins of a three-story building that was still smoking, Song Chen scanned the composition of the rebel army with his Eye of Truth and then made a simple calculation.

This battalion has 3,000 men, and they are very elite. If we estimate that each person can contribute an average of 50,000 kill points, that's over 100 million.

There are at least a hundred similar camps in the eastern part of the city. Clearing out the entire eastern part of the city would increase the kill count by at least tens of billions.

Including the western, southern, and northern parts of the city, the total balance could exceed 200 billion.

He drew his Heavenly Blade and jumped off the ruins.

The battalion commander didn't see his face; he only saw a golden blade of light slashing from across the street. It was so fast that before his visual nerves could even register the signal with his brain, the blade of light had already pierced through his body.

His head flew off, but his body remained standing, with molten metal gushing out like a spring from the severed neck.

The armored vehicle was cleaved in two by the blade's edge, and the broken steel surface still bore the dark red afterglow of high-temperature melting.

[Slayed a sixth-tier Thunder Clan traitor, gaining 995251 kill points]

Song Chen flicked his wrist and unleashed another blade of light, piercing through the three thousand rebel soldiers lined up behind him.

The blade's edge pierced through the very center of the formation, separating the upper and lower bodies of people wherever it passed, the sounds of spraying lightning plasma blending into a dense hissing noise.

The shield-bearers' psionic shields were no different from cardboard in front of the Star-Splitting Slash; the archers hadn't even had time to draw their bows before the blade's edge severed their arms. The infantrymen began to run, but the blade's edge caught up with them.

A battalion of three thousand men was wiped out with a single blow.

Song Chen walked through the middle of the street, completely blocking out the system notification sounds, leaving only the total number of kill points jumping in the corner of his vision.

He didn't stop; he activated his spatial teleportation and appeared on the next street.

On the fourth main street, two rebel battalions advanced simultaneously, one from east to west and the other from south to north, converging at the crossroads.

The two battalions together numbered about six thousand men. The leader of one of them was a seventh-level initial stage cultivator, who was probably a new recruit who had just come out of the teleportation array and had not yet been transferred to the Star Lord's Mansion.

The first reaction of this seventh-level cultivator upon seeing Song Chen was to draw his sword, and the second reaction was to turn and run.

News of the Thunder Plains has spread throughout the rebel army; a human in silver armor single-handedly annihilated five million enemy troops.

This seventh-level being wasn't stupid; he decided to run.

After running a couple of steps, he realized he was falling. Looking down, he saw that his legs were still in place, but his upper body had flown off.

The blade slashed from behind, severing his body at the waist, and his upper and lower body landed simultaneously at two different points in the crossroads.

Its legs remained in a running posture, and after its upper body fell to the ground, it crawled forward a couple of times before stopping.

[Seventh-tier Thunder Clan member killed, gaining 2874520 kill points]

Song Chen sheathed his sword, glanced at the system panel, and then dashed to the next street.

Over the next two hours, Song Chen walked through all forty-three main streets and more than two hundred alleys in the eastern part of the city.

He didn't keep track of how many rebels he had killed, nor did he care about the survivors kneeling before him, kowtowing and thanking him, nor did he listen to their words of gratitude such as "Long live the messenger of divine punishment."

He would simply jump from one street to another, killing everyone in rebel uniforms, and then continue moving.

The kill value also increased by tens of billions again.

After clearing out the eastern district, Song Chen paused briefly, standing atop a burned-down clock tower to overlook the entire city.

The fire in the east of the city was partially extinguished when the Star Core Thunder Prison was clearing out the rebels, which also destroyed several buildings along the streets, cutting off the path of the fire's spread.

Civilians crawled out of the ruins; some were crying, some were looking for their children, and some sat there blankly. But the rebels were gone.

He glanced in the direction of the Star Lord's Mansion; a fierce battle was still raging there.

Song Chen immediately turned around and flew south of the city.

The south side of the city is the noble district and the temple district. The rebel forces there are more concentrated than in the east of the city, and they are burning down historical buildings on the main continent.

He had just flown into the southern part of the city when he ran into a rebel phalanx that was lined up in the temple square.

This is a black-armored heavy infantry regiment from the Abyss Continent, all of them at the sixth rank, totaling ten thousand, and they are preparing to advance towards the north of the city.

The commander of the formation was a mid-stage seventh-tier warrior from the Abyss Continent. He stood on a heavy mine-guided war chariot, holding a black lightning crystal core warhammer, and was giving a mobilization speech to his troops.

His voice was very loud; it could be heard from thousands of meters away.

"The people of the main continent have oppressed us for ten thousand years, ten thousand years. Today is the day they pay their debt."

"Kill them all, rob them everything, let them taste what it's like to be a slave!"

Before he could finish his mobilization speech, a golden blade of light slashed down from mid-air, splitting his heavy mine-guided vehicle and himself in two.

The tank's ammunition compartment exploded, sending blue and white lightning shooting into the sky. The shockwave from the explosion shattered the formation on the square.

Before the soldiers could react, 108 thunder dragons descended from the sky, covering the entire square.

The Thunder Dragon darted and rolled through the crowd, tearing dozens of black-armored heavy infantrymen to shreds with each bite from its psionic blast.

Song Chen landed on the head of the Thor statue in the very center of the square.

The statue had been burned beyond recognition by the rebels, and Thor's arm, which was holding the lightning spear, had been cut in half, with smoke still rising from the broken end.

He didn't give these 10,000 people any time to react.

The fifth and sixth strikes of the Star-Splitting Slash crossed and slashed out, drawing a huge cross on the plaza.

All the rebels within the cross-shaped area were torn apart by the blade's edge, not even having time to scream.

The surviving black-armored infantry began to flee, but their heavy armor made them slow.

Song Chen didn't chase after the deserters, because once they ran out of the city, they would scatter into the wilderness, making it too inefficient to chase them.

After clearing the rebels from the square, he immediately headed towards his next target in the south of the city.

Another hour later, the South City District was cleared, and the kill count jumped to 180 billion.

The northern part of the city is the area of ​​noble residences, where the rebel forces are relatively small because most of the nobles have private armies, and their resistance is more intense.

The rebels' tactics here were not to wipe out each household, but to besiege and attack reinforcements. They would surround the nobles' mansions, bombard them with mine-guided vehicles, and then plunder them.

When Song Chen arrived, the largest noble mansion in the north of the city, the ancestral home of the Lei clan, was under siege.

The besieging rebel army numbered approximately 200,000, led by three seventh-rank leaders.

Song Chen used the Three Star-Splitting Slash to scatter the main force of the besieging troops, and then used the Star Core Thunder Prison to clear out the remaining soldiers.

Three seventh-tier rebel generals attempted to counter him with a combined attack formation, but he used a teleportation technique to dodge to the center of the formation and cleaved all three in half at the waist with a single strike.

The old patriarch of the Lei clan walked out of the ancestral home, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Song Chen, expressing his gratitude and saying that he would never forget Song Chen's great kindness. He also said that he would offer up the Lei clan's most treasured artifact.

Song Chen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it, and then asked, "Where in the city are the most rebels?"

The old patriarch immediately pointed to the west: "The western city is the location of the teleportation array hub and the rebel army's command center. The troop density here is much higher than here. If you wish to go, I will send the clan's elite to guide you."

"Need not."

Song Chen had already flown away, and he spent about forty minutes clearing the remaining area in the north of the city.