Minister of the Household Dead, Internal Historian Dead, Minister of the Imperial Clan Dead
The vast estate lay silent.
Chu Qing did not mind.
He sensed people inside.
So he calmly began digging pits.
One...
Three...
Five...
The pits were huge, enough to hold many corpses.
With his hands behind his back, Chu Qing stared at the main hall ahead.
One second...
Ten seconds...
Suddenly, the doors and windows of the surrounding side rooms exploded, and figures came whistling out.
At the same time, the roof burst apart, and one expert after another flipped up onto it.
Some drew bows and nocked arrows, some hurled javelins, and some cast fishing nets.
The earth rolled as visualized earth dragons suddenly bored out, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they coiled toward him.
In an instant, attacks filled the sky, the ground, and all Four Directions.
Crack!
Two great tendons drilled out from his spine and wrapped around his arms.
Chains reflected into existence.
The next second:
Clatter!
The chains shook and turned into two long sabers.
Clink, clink, clang!
Strands of hair fell away. Those hairs wound around coins and bound themselves to the long sabers.
Great River Saber—Sever the Eight Directions.
The Saber Light blazed brilliantly, passing through sabers, spears, swords, and halberds; slicing through fishing nets; and sweeping across one throat after another.
Screech! Screech! Screech!
Those whose throats had been cut screamed miserably.
Sparks appeared in their throats. The sparks burned, and those people turned into flying ash.
Whoosh!
The ash drifted down with the wind and snow.
Clink, clink, clang!
A heap of weapons scattered across the ground.
Chu Qing said disappointedly, "That's it?"
"Your God-Serving Followers are getting weaker and weaker!"
Carrying his long sabers, he walked toward the main hall.
Inside the main hall:
Censor Miao, who still had seven or eight Blood Holes in his body, wore an