Thud!
Hu Mengde's head fell to the ground and rolled several paces away, face turned skyward, his eyes still wide in death!
He probably had never dreamed that he, the dignified Superior County Lieutenant, would be beheaded by Wang Chen in a single stroke.
There were no rules anymore!
Yet it was precisely Hu Mengde's bloody head that cowed the Blood-Clad Guards, constables, and yamen runners present. Startled awake by Wang Chen's shout, they hurriedly began sealing off Peony Tower's entrances and exits.
Although Peony Tower was divided into three buildings, the entire complex was enclosed by high walls, with only two main gates at the front and rear and three side gates for passage. It was actually quite easy to seal off.
However, walls several zhang high could stop ordinary people, but they posed little restraint to second- and third-rank Martial Artists. It would not be difficult for them to vault over from inside.
"My lords!"
The Blood-Clad Guards had only just begun moving when over a dozen Peony Tower guards rushed out through the main gate. The Martial Artist leading them asked in a deep voice, "Do you know—"
Splurt!
Before he could finish, his head abruptly soared high into the air.
Wang Chen said coolly, "Whoever dares spout any more nonsense will meet the same end!"
It was not that Wang Chen was bloodthirsty. But without thunderous measures, people would cling to him and wrangle without end, wasting time for nothing!
The dozen or so Peony Tower guards seemed as though a basin of cold water had been dumped over them. Their heated heads swiftly cooled, and they all retreated back inside.
None of them dared show their faces again.
Wang Chen sprang onto the wall, then climbed layer by layer until he reached the top of