Inside the Shi Family mansion, severed limbs and broken bodies from thousands of soldiers lay in heaps like mountains. Blood flowed into streams, snaking through the cracks in the bluestone tiles and staining the entire courtyard a dark crimson.
Shi Deyu sat paralyzed in a pool of blood, his luxurious brocade robes caked in mud and gore, his face as pale as parchment. He stared fixedly at Chu Xuan, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably. In his eyes, beyond pure terror, lay the despair of the condemned. The sword intent that had effortlessly annihilated a Half-Step Saint Master just moments ago still lingered in the air, hanging over him like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
"Thud!" Yan Ke was jolted awake by a kick from Chu Xuan, his head striking the stone steps with a heavy thud. He bolted upright, but as he met Chu Xuan's icy gaze, he instantly lost control of his bladder; the stench of urine mingled with the smell of blood, pervading the air.
Chapter 147