Exhaling forcefully, it was just one slash.
From the scene, the slash in front of Mingzhou King Yang Gong's tent didn't seem particularly imposing; it was merely his men dismantling a temple, dragging out a clay Divine Statue from within.
The words on the plaque were clearly visible, and he pointed at the nose of the statue and cursed it. Then, with a wave of his hand, an old farmer from who-knows-where lifted a heavy, reforged, worn-out Execution Blade.
Then, aiming at the statue with its stiff expression, only knowing how to smile foolishly, he ruthlessly sliced down.
"Swish!"
The heavy statue head fell to the ground, leaving some marks as the snow splashed slightly.
There was no other commotion.
The soldiers watching this slash all felt a chill down their necks, shying away a bit, for they had seen people worship gods, pray to gods, offer sacrifices to gods, but never seen anyone curse or even behead a god.
In their understanding, this was bound to bring retribution...
