"Everything is ready, my liege." Lifua said to Ling Zhao who was hiding beyond the black curtain.
And thus, Ling Zhao stepped out from the curtain, accompanied by Qiqi and Xiao Wu.
Xu Yuan and Ren Shao were on their flank, determined to follow this ritual until the very end.
Before him, hundred slaves were already asleep. This was Ling Zhao's decision to give them a painless death as an act of mercy.
And thus, Ling Zhao carried on the ritual. He summoned a hundred lances by using his Blood Iron Art, each of them hovered above those slaves' bodies.
With just a flick of his wrist, those lances were dropped from the air, impaling each of their hearts one after another.
There were no cries of agony that escaped from their mouth. Only eerie silent as their blood flowed through the small channels that were carved on the slightly tilted floor.
