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In the northwest of Silves Kingdom, the main road leading to the Heaven Dou Central District stretched into the distance beneath the afterglow of the setting sun.
In the dense forest several hundred meters from the official road, startled birds were suddenly sent flying by a tremendous crash.
Chirp—boom!
A blinding burst of yellow light tore through the gloom between the trees and exploded high in the air, condensing into the shape of an ancient, razor-sharp Seven Kill Sword. A pattern of Sword Qi Horizontal and Vertical flickered in and out amid the dusk.
In the rubble-strewn Mountain Hollow below, the reek of blood hung thick in the air.
Around fifty attackers in gray-brown fitted clothes, their faces covered with black scarves, clung like maggots to bone as they ferociously hunted down another group that had barely more than twenty people left.
The latter wore dark-blue uniforms. Though covered in wounds, their formation had not broken, and they fought as they retreated deeper into the denser parts of the forest.
They were a supply escort team from the Chen Clan's Brocade-Clad Guards.
Bang!
A heavy, muffled crash rang out.
At the front of the team, Zhu Changhe, a burly man holding a stone-armored shield, jolted violently. His body, covered in gray-yellow rock armor, was knocked into a staggering retreat by a thrusting pitch-black iron spear.
His heavy boot soles plowed two deep furrows through the gravel ground, and he did not stop until he smashed into and snapped a small tree.
He forced down the bloody sweetness surging up his throat, but a dark-red trickle had already seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Dust stirred lightly.
A tall figure