Those gathered in the ruins of the Capital Palace felt as if their very souls had been plucked from their bodies as they watched Chu Xuan depart. The guards, slumped on the ground, stared in the direction where the young man had vanished, cold sweat mingling with the blood and grime on their foreheads.
In their minds, they could still clearly see the murderous intent surging from the Longyu Sword as Chu Xuan turned—a malice so potent it felt tangible, a terrifying force capable of wiping them out root and branch. They were paralyzed by fear; had it not been for Yun Yun’s timely distress call, Hua Qiangbei would not have been the only one lying in a pool of blood. They, too, would have become ghosts under Chu Xuan’s wrath.
"Lord of the State, spare us! We are willing to swear our lives to you!" Someone, the first to recover, shouted as they knelt and begged for mercy.
Chapter 176