These True Disciples had all been cultivated with immense effort.
And they had been slaughtered like chickens and dogs just like that?
Wasn't he at Minor Accomplishment in Blood Refining?
Had he broken through again?
But even if he had reached Major Accomplishment in Blood Refining, Huang Tao had too, and he had so many helpers at his side. How had they all been killed? Were they all worthless trash?!
After the shock passed, Song Lao Wu was swallowed by fury once more. He flew into a rage. "Have you gone too far?! Men! Men, seize him for me!"
The disciples who had fled in fright earlier saw their own Fifth Master, a Bone Tempering Martial Artist, personally holding the fort. They gathered their courage again, drew their swords, and cautiously approached the White Swan Horse.
"Who dares make a move?!"
Just then.
An aged yet crafty voice sounded.
Xu Wencai came hurrying back, panting heavily.
Behind him followed soldiers from the Poyang Thousand Households Command.
General Flag Fang led the way, followed by Xu Bin, Zhu Tong, Wang Li, and the others.
There were forty or fifty men in total.
"..."
Chen Sanshi had not noticed Xu Wencai earlier. It looked like he had gone back to summon reinforcements.
The garrison soldiers held spears as they spread out on either side of him, confronting the martial hall disciples.
"My lord!"
Xu Wencai said between ragged breaths, "Commander Wang and Lord Thousand Households Xiang aren't in the camp. I could only find General Flag Fang!"
"How did so many people die?"
General Flag Fang looked at the corpses on the ground and knew the matter had blown up.
He steeled himself and clasped his fists. "Fifth Master Song, could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding my ass!"
Song Lao Wu lost