In just a brief moment, aside from the many officials who left the Central Loft to collect students from the Martial Academy, the majority of those who stayed behind were tragically killed on the spot.
Qiu Zhiman slowly walked along the corridor of the loft, silently crossing several pathways and heading towards the top floor.
At the top floor.
The Princely Heir was there.
If this Princely Heir of the Great Zhou's Duke of the State were to die, his master's plan could be advanced by a step earlier.
Thinking so, Qiu Zhiman pulled his black hood down a bit.
As he proceeded with unhurried steps.
The surrounding officials were still fighting fiercely with the robed figures.
Even with their profound cultivation, without Qi, they were no different from an ordinary Martial Artist in the Physique Realm.
All along the way, there were continuous screams.
Continuous shouts of questioning.
