Master Fanyin has arrived!
With just one sentence, more than a thousand rebels at the east gate were wiped out by Gui Yutang and the Mansion Army, leaving no survivors.
Although the screams lasted for less than ten breaths, they truly unsettled everyone present, particularly those closest, like Hou Yucheng and others.
In the sky, dressed in white and with an unearthly demeanor, Master Fanyin slowly descended...
Witnessing the holy aura swirling around her and her face resembling Sikong Yue by seventy percent, she still wore a look of gentle sorrow for the world. As she lowered her gaze to the thousand or more corpses below, Hou Yuxiao felt a chill in his heart that lingered long after.
Tonight, many had already perished in the city. The scene before him shouldn't have been unusual, but these were all martial artists, and with the imminent attack of the Xuzhou army, Ding Buhai's proposal to join forces temporarily to resist made a lot of sense and was worth considering.
