Fearless in the Face of Death? Ironclad Butchers

A city could only decline beneath a colossal Natural Disaster or war.

Then, after several years, even decades, it would slowly die away.

Feng City died overnight.

And the one who killed Feng City was—Chu Qing.

Chu Qing, who had risen step by step from a barefoot peasant in rough clothes into a prodigy of the State City Martial Academy, killed Feng City in a single night.

Anyone who had visited Feng City could only repeat a few words over and over:

"Tragic!"

"Too tragic!"

Corpses stretched as far as the eye could see.

The corpses were mangled.

Almost none were whole.

Blood had dyed Feng City red.

It had dyed a great river red.

State City:

As dawn broke dimly, Chu Qing returned through wind and rain.

He arrived near the Shi Residence.

Then he frowned.

Because:

The smell of blood wafted from within the Shi Residence.

There were bloodstains on the bluestone slabs outside the Shi Residence as well.

People were peeking out from the surrounding alleys, corners, and eaves.

When they saw Chu Qing, they were visibly stunned.

Then, white pigeons took flight one after another.

Fortunately, it was morning now, so the pigeons were not shot down.

Chu Qing gripped the Overbearing Spear and stepped into the Shi Residence.

Then he saw corpses strewn all over the ground.

There were quite a few corpses.

But... they were nowhere near as numerous as those he had left behind in Feng City.

Cloaked figures rested in the shadows. When they saw Chu Qing, a trace of contempt surfaced in their eyes.

Though it was faint, they truly were looking down on him.

Chu Qing ignored them and went to find Zhao Hongxiu.

There were many corpses outside Zhao Hongxiu's small courtyard.

He pushed the door open and entered.