Everyone was startled. So when Zhao Yun said he wanted to make another pit in the ground, he meant he was going to kill someone.
Who would have thought that, right under the noses of so many sect elders and Piaoxue Sect's sect master, Duan Yuechuan, Zhao Yun would actually strike so recklessly?
Duan Yuechuan appeared calm, but he was somewhat afraid inside. Zhao Yun truly was formidable—terrifyingly so—and his temperament was far too blunt.
"Back then, my father founded Piaoxue Sect amid a heavy snowfall. After becoming a Grandmaster, he traveled everywhere. He certainly would not want to see anyone acting so arrogantly here. Zhao Yun, I advise you not to be too stubborn, lest you regret it later."
Zhao Yun smiled. His voice was quite mild, yet his words made Duan Yuechuan's face turn pale. "When your father gave the sect this name, did he foresee that one day, blood would flow like rivers within it...?"
Changsheng City was filled with cries and screams every day. The barbarians were like crazed beasts, burning, killing, and plundering everywhere. People did not even have a chance to resist. Tens of thousands died or were injured in the city each day, and the once-prosperous Changsheng City was now shrouded in bloodshed.
Tens of thousands of Barbarian Army troops surrounded Soul Sea Immortal Sect so tightly that not even water could pass through. The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
"The Barbarian King has arrived. Changsheng City belongs to us now. We can treat your Immortal Sect as barbarian subjects, but you have secretly sheltered Great Jing Kingdom rebels. What are your intentions? You have the time it takes to burn one incense stick to hand over twenty thousand rebels. Otherwise, the army will attack the mountain at once, and not even