Lei Xu's head rolled on the ground. The look of terror before he died was captured on his face and his unrelenting eyes were wide open.
The family heads, who were all kneeling on the ground, were scared to their wits. They all implored earnestly and kowtowed incessantly, so much so that even their foreheads were bruised, just so that Ji Fengyan would let them off.
Yang Jian returned to Ji Fengyan's side. The three pointed, double-edged sword held in his hand was as clean as new, with no bloodstain on it.
He was waiting for Ji Fengyan's next command.
To kill or to stop.
Everyone looked at Yang Jian, as if he was a demon after their lives, and their cries were even more miserable.
They sounded so miserable that it hurt the ears.
Ji Fengyan slightly looked up at those family heads who had turned purple from crying so much. Then, she said plainly as she waved her hands at them, "Scram."
