Direct/indirect.

The body was like rags in MoShen's hand, useless and light. The armor couldn't protect the man because each time he was swung around, it's either a person dies or he hits his head against a tree. And mind you, those trees in this place were as strong as hell. An earth grade weapon or anyone lower than earth grade will find it hard to chop down the trees with just one swing unless they are held by a martial king or higher. 

Lin Tian stared at the massacre with a smile on his face. 

MoShen kept swinging the man till he watched the last woman die, with her baby in her hands who had already died. 

After doing that, MoShen held the man by the neck and flew up into the sky. 

He flew up to a height of 1 km, then he held the head of the man upside down and began falling through. 

Thud. 

The man's head hit the ground, making a deafening thud sound and sending dust everywhere. 

"I must say your head is really good." MoShen snorted.