A gentle breeze lifted Li Huowang's hair. He stood there with a bloody dice head dangling from his raised right hand, while Daliang National Preceptor's headless corpse lay on the ground beside him.
He had disguised himself well in the past, but now that Li Huowang knew—and knew that Huangfu Tiangang was a needle the Three Pure Ones had driven in—there was no way Li Huowang could spare him.
Yet his attention was not on the dead dice at all. Standing atop Shang Jing City's City Wall, he stared unblinkingly at the chaos below.
Even from so high up, he could still feel the dense Killing Intent below. It had been contaminated. The entirety of Shang Jing City had been contaminated.
Shang Jing City was now in utter turmoil. Anyone could draw a blade against another over the slightest matter. The whole order of the city seemed poised on the edge of collapse; the hostility in everyone's hearts was simply too heavy.
Li Huowang had excellent eyesight and could see all manner of events unfolding below. Conflicts broke out every moment, people died every moment, and Shang Jing City was practically becoming a battlefield.
The Baleful Contamination Order was not something as simple as a few weightless words. To all the common people, it weighed as heavily as Tai Shan.
But evidently, Gao Zhijian had not merely contaminated the common people and then left them to their own devices. The sound of gongs rang out—clang, clang, clang—as a young officer with two triangular flags stuck behind his back galloped down the main road on a fast horse, striking a gong.
"The Emperor is hiring soldiers! The Emperor is hiring soldiers!" the man shouted as he beat the gong.
"Everyone from eight to seventy, men and women alike! Two strings of