In the great hall of Holy Sword City.
Lu Yang held a letter as he led Aigulie and the other eight forward. None of the guards along the way or the high-ranking powerhouses standing on either side of the hall knew Lu Yang's identity, much less imagined that anyone would dare launch a sneak attack.
So far, no news had arrived from the Flame Faction's border. In other words, the Holy Light Faction still did not know that the Ancient God Race had slaughtered the Flame Faction's thirteen border cities.
The Holy Light Faction was still preoccupied with several Archbishops fighting for power. When Lu Yang approached, Woodward, the lord of Holy Sword City, actually came straight up to him and reached out to take the letter.
He did not dare let his subordinates handle it. Among his generals, some belonged to his own race while several others were from foreign races, all sent by the various factions of the temple. Nominally, they were there to help; in reality, they were there to monitor him. If any of them got hold of the letter and saw something they should not, it would be a disaster.
"Such a good opportunity?" Even Aigulie could not believe Woodward dared stand before him without any guard. While Woodward read the letter, Aigulie suddenly stepped forward and drove his sword through Woodward's heart.
"How dare you..." Cries of alarm erupted throughout the hall, but they became their final words. Aiguda, Copperbone, and the other Main Gods attacked in unison, slaughtering the dozen or so remaining Middle Gods and High Gods in the hall.
A streak of fire shot from the City Lord's Mansion into the sky. Seeing it, the hundred thousand clansmen waiting outside the city roared and charged toward Holy Sword City.
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