Wu Shang City.
Soldiers and horses had surrounded the entire city and even Helian Manor.
Blood flowed through the city, accompanied by those heartbreaking cries, causing Feng Lianqing's heart to ache.
His eyes reddened as he saw this city fill with blood. Endless anger surged fiercely to his heart.
In war, it was always the civilians who suffered the most!
He hated war, and he hated these people who started it.
On the street, a little girl was sitting on the ground helplessly, crying.
But the people across the street did not let her go because she was young. They raised their swords high in their hands, pointing them at the little girl.
Feng Lianqing frowned and swiftly rushed toward the little girl. In a split second, he had pulled the little girl to his side, pulling out his sword as fast as he could against the swords in front of him.
Bang!
