The figures in black robes felt not an ounce of pity as the soldiers before them dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Their executioner's blades fell, bodies hit the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Damn it, what are you doing? Who on earth are you?" A heavily armored man turned pale, strode to the front of the ranks, and shouted fiercely at the mysterious black-robed figures before him, "I am the vanguard commander newly appointed by the Marquis himself! You dare slaughter the guards of Wencheng—a heinous crime! This is an act against..."
A figure in black swung the long saber in his hand, savagely thrusting it into the man's chest. Warm blood trickled down the blade's edge as the man stared at him with unblinking eyes...
Chapter 119