Seven miles outside of Falling Phoenix Mountain, in a small grove by the official road, Nangong Xiong stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at a small, reddish pool of water before him. Behind him, Meng Ankang and a hundred constables stood in two neat rows, weapons in hand, radiating a lethal aura as they watched more than a dozen disciples of the Yinyang Sword Sect.
There were nine men and six women. All the men were in tatters and hung from the trees by ropes, while the women knelt on the ground, trembling.
Once high-spirited and full of vigor, they had all been reduced to prisoners. The proud Yinyang Sword Sect had completely vanished into the dust of history. They could not understand how things had come to this.
Chapter 104