Before the main gates of Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion, bodies lay strewn beneath the stairs!
On the smooth, solid bluestone slabs lay seventeen bodies in total, all headless.
Some heads had rolled dozens of steps away, eyes wide open gazing at the sky, still filled with disbelief.
Blood had pooled, forming winding streams that seeped into the cracks between the stones, the air tinged with a stench that made many onlookers feel like vomiting.
No one had anticipated that the Guarding Heavenly Master Wang Chen's reaction would be so fierce and merciless!
It wasn't until this moment that many truly understood the nature of this new Heavenly Master; they were both shocked and frightened, some quietly slipped away, while others secretly sent out Messenger Cranes.
The long street outside the Heavenly Master Pavilion fell deathly quiet.
Clang!
The Flying Sword was sheathed, and Wang Chen reached out with a grasping motion.
