The blood banner unfurled, a point of crimson rose, then blood waves surged like a wild tide.
A killing aura swept through like the wind, as if a sharp knife were beheading someone.
The entire Xi Family's centuries of loyalty, bravery, fierceness, and command were all there.
But perhaps, they could only be seen within this banner.
The crowd in Green Sheep Town watching the battle couldn't help but retreat, with only Jiang Wang standing silent and unmoved like a rock.
The sea of blood roared and Xizi Chu stepped on the waves, pointing forward with his right hand. A silver needle piercing the wind came flying, which before halfway, had already turned into thousands of silver lights, converging into a small silver dragon leaping towards Jiang Wang.
Yet, silently and suddenly, vibrant flowers bloomed.
Those red ones were more intense than fire, the green ones like jade. Multicolored, they competed in splendor and beauty.
