Qin Ze transmigrated and became a villain.
However, that's not what's important. What matters is that this villain is actually a dog-licker, a simp.
Qin Ze awakens the Anti-Dog-...
He could only hastily adjust his sword stance to forcefully block Qin Ze's attack. However, Qin Ze's sword strike was exceptionally sharp, leaving Mills no opening whatsoever.
As their swords clashed, a sharp, piercing sound rang out, and Qin Ze's sword strike gradually approached Mills's body.
Mills' expression changed as he tried his best to block, but he gradually felt his sword momentum being suppressed.
Suddenly, a powerful burst of energy erupted, and Qin Ze's swordplay became even more ferocious.
Mills' longsword finally gave way, breaking through Qin Ze's sword momentum, with the tip of the sword close to his abdomen.
Qin Ze smiled coldly, and with a slight movement of the sword tip, pierced Mills' body.
Mills' pupils dilated instantly, and he staggered back a few steps, blood flowing from the tip of the sword.
Qin Ze sheathed his sword and looked at Mills with indifferent eyes. His aura gradually subsided, but the oppressive feeling of battle still enveloped the surroundings.
Mills clutched his wound in pain, his eyes filled with resentment and anger despite being hit.
On the battlefield, some people's eyes were subconsciously focused on the fierce battle between Qin Ze and the four Grandmasters, including Mills.
They witnessed Qin Ze not only single-handedly dealing with the attacks of four Grandmaster-level experts, but also gradually gaining the upper hand, which shocked everyone.
A Chinese expert couldn't help but exclaim, "This Qin family's young master, Qin Ze, is actually able to hold his own against four Grandmasters!"
"Just how powerful has he become?" another expert exclaimed in amazement.
The grandmasters of China were all dumbfounded, utterly shocked by Qin Ze's strength.
Qin Ze's swordsmanship and movement were so exquisite, and the aura he exuded was like an insurmountable mountain, suppressing people's exclamations of amazement.
People in the Western alliance also couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Although they fought angrily against the powerful figures of China, they had to admit that Qin Ze was so strong that he could fight against four Grandmasters at the same time and even suppress them, which was almost unbelievable in their understanding.
On the battlefield, Qin Ze moved with agility, his sword light like a shooting star, entangled with four Grandmaster-level experts.
His swordplay was swift and precise; each swing produced a sharp flash of light that sliced through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.
Everyone witnessed Qin Ze's unparalleled swordsmanship and was filled with admiration. But in that moment of shock, Qin Ze's sword suddenly flashed, heading straight for the two Grandmasters.
A grandmaster hurriedly tried to defend, but his figure was forced to retreat continuously by the sword energy.
Meanwhile, another Grandmaster was also enveloped by Qin Ze's sword light and could only keep swinging his weapon to block it.
In just a few breaths, the sword flashed, and the two grandmasters were split in two. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Meanwhile, another Grandmaster was also seriously injured by Qin Ze's attack, blood gushing out continuously. He groaned in pain, unable to continue fighting.
The entire battlefield fell into dead silence. Everyone stared at Qin Ze in disbelief. His strength was so great that he could kill two Grandmasters and seriously injure another in just a few breaths.
This scene was like a nightmare, making it hard for people to believe what was happening before their eyes.
Mills stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with shock and fear.
He had originally been trying to challenge Qin Ze's strength, but now he realized that the gap between him and Qin Ze was so great that he was no match for him at all.
Faced with Qin Ze's power, Mills's sense of despair intensified. His previous arrogance and confidence seemed so fragile in front of Qin Ze.
Mills knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Qin Ze, please spare me. I'm willing to serve you, I'm willing to obey your orders, just please spare my life."
However, the only response to Mills was Qin Ze's longsword.
Qin Ze's eyes were cold and resolute. He raised his longsword without flinching, the tip of which gleamed with a cold light.
He was already hardened and remained unmoved by Mills's pleas for mercy.
In the deathly silence of the battlefield, Qin Ze's sword sliced through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, its edge incredibly sharp.
Mills's cries abruptly ceased, a spurt of blood erupted, and his head slid off his neck, the despair and fear in his eyes frozen on his face.
Mills' body lay on the ground, his blood staining the earth red.
He was once the supreme leader of the Western Alliance, but now he has become a victim of Qin Ze's sword.
With Mills' death, the morale of the Western Alliance completely collapsed.
Without their leader, they descended into chaos and panic.
Qin Ze's fame spread throughout the battlefield, and his power filled everyone with despair.
Qin Ze turned around, his gaze sweeping over the remaining enemies on the battlefield, showing no mercy or pity.
His presence was like an insurmountable barrier, filling the enemy with utter despair.
Under Qin Ze's leadership, the powerful warriors of China launched another attack, roaring like ferocious beasts as they swept away all enemies.
The Western Alliance was powerless to resist and was in a state of collapse. Both their strength and will were crushed by Qin Ze's power.
On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
One by one, the members of the Western Alliance fell, their cries and wails echoing across the battlefield.
The joy of victory spread rapidly across the battlefield, cheers resounded through the sky, and the strongmen of China jumped for joy, shouting victory slogans.
Their gazes were fixed on Qin Ze with adoration. They looked at this young master, feeling the power and courage he brought, and their hearts were filled with reverence.
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