Compared to the tangled thoughts churning through the minds of Qingxuan Squad, Lu Changsheng's mind was utterly clear. 

He harbored only a single intention—to exterminate the squad before him. Of course, any northern barbarian squad that crossed his path would meet the same end, without exception!

CLANG!

Lu Changsheng drew his saber. A full year had passed since he last did so, yet there was no trace of stiffness or hesitation. The motion felt natural. A blood-colored saber light tore through the air. The Third Transformation of the Divine Dragon erupted almost by instinct. Under amplification of the transformation and his martial techniques, his strength swelled beyond four thousand cauldrons. 

Such power was nothing short of terrifying, and it descended upon a member of the Qingxuan Squad.

Splat!

He was instantly split into two. A Divine Strength...