Rebels Beyond Jinxia

"Brother..." Gongshu Jin suddenly said in a low voice.

"Don't worry. I'll settle all of this," Gongshu Feng comforted him.

"No, Brother... look over there..." His younger brother pointed to the other side of the official road—far from where they stood, and with the torchlight in the way, ordinary people would have found it difficult to make out anything in the darkness. Even Gongshu Feng had to squint and study it for a while before he saw several shifting figures and the longswords in their hands reflecting a faint crimson glow...

Gongshu Feng suddenly froze.

He remembered that some of the selected people had previously been sent in that direction.

And reality quickly confirmed his suspicions.

Another group was led beyond the encirclement, then forced to their knees. The standing figures raised their swords and brought them down, and the people fell one after another, as though vanishing into the night. The whole process was like a silent pantomime. Though it was happening behind the crowd, not a single person noticed.

A bone-deep chill shot up from the soles of his feet.

The sharp-mouthed man's words—"deal with them on the spot"—rang in his ears again.

At last, he understood what that "dealing with" meant.

The women and children taken away had not lacked even the strength to scream—they had been slaughtered in silence because magic had cut off every sound they made!

"What are you doing?" Gongshu Feng grabbed Gongshu Jin and strode toward that direction in disbelief.

There were many servants nearby, but with no one in charge present, coupled with what the two brothers had said earlier, they did not dare use lethal force for the moment. They could only shout and chase after them, yet still failed to stop Gongshu Feng.

He made his way to the