"Grandfather, we... we're saved?"
Yue Lingxi trembled all over.
Tears streamed down Yue Songlin's aged face as he bowed deeply toward Chu Jiang. His forehead pressed against the cold, bloodstained ground, his entire body shaking violently with emotion, speechless.
Fu Yunxuan stood quietly behind Chu Jiang. Her cool eyes watched the bloody scene and his indifferent back without the slightest trace of pity—only icy calm, and the relief of pent-up emotions finally being released.
Chu Jiang's black robe fluttered in the wind and snow.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze seeming to pierce through the crumbling walls, cross over Sinblood Hall, and fall upon the sacrificial plaza of Qingshan Town.
"Come. I'll take you to kill."
At those words, Yue Lingxi shuddered violently.
Yue Songlin slowly rose to his feet. "Benefactor, even if this old man died ten thousand times, I could never repay your great kindness! But... but the Jiang Family has entrenched itself here for ten thousand years, its roots deep and firm. Town Chief Jiang Antang's cultivation is unfathomable, and the Council of Elders has several God King experts as well. They also command the power of sacrifice and can borrow the might of the 'gods'... Though you are powerful, Benefactor, two fists cannot beat four hands. Should we perhaps..."
The old man's eyes were filled with gratitude, but he could not conceal his profound worry.
He feared that this sudden hope was merely the beginning of an even crueler despair.
Chu Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm. "Gods? If gods stand against me, then I'll kill gods!"
Chu Jiang turned and took the lead out.
Fu Yunxuan silently followed, her short hair stirring in the wind as she clung to him like a shadow.
Supporting her grandfather, Yue Lingxi took