He unleashed the chained moves of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique; with every sweep of his palm, a golden blade of qi surged forth. Wherever the saber‑qi passed, the air was torn open with a "sii‑sii" hiss, and the ground was carved into bottomless ravines, earth and stones exploding with loud bangs.
It seemed as if the lingering might of the saber‑qi still remained within those ravines, making none dare approach lightly.
Sato Taro was shrouded by this overwhelming saber‑qi; his body was chopped to pieces yet again, and in the blink of an eye he was hacked into seventy‑eight segments.
Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere, the scene abominably gory, too miserable to behold.
Shredded clothing and spattered flesh, mingled with swirling dust, formed a tableau like a Human Purgatory.
