The Siege of Cao Mansion

He had seen the combat prowess of these so-called Divine Servants with his own eyes.

He did not know who the "master" Cheng Yi spoke of was, but once the faith of those things spread, people changed.

Flesh and blood became weapons of slaughter. An ordinary peddler could tear a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist apart with his bare hands overnight.

They felt no pain and knew no fear. So long as their faith remained, they would keep coming without end.

Hanshan Commandery had fallen so quickly precisely because of these Divine Servants.

Shen Rang had originally thought that with these people around, they would not even need to attack the city—the gates would open on their own.

What difference could there be between Wushui Commandery and Hanshan Commandery?

But now, Cheng Yi said that these Divine Servants had been injured at the Prefecture Governor's Mansion.

He had no choice but to reassess just how deep the waters of this commandery city ran.

"Being impervious to blades and spears is relative."

Cheng Yi spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Those who cannot hurt them can still hurt them. This world has never dealt in absolutes."

Shen Rang smacked his lips and did not press further.

He had not been cooperating with Cheng Yi for merely a day or two. This man had always spoken in half-concealed hints; there was no use forcing the issue.

Wushui Commandery's Outer City.

The string in Fang Yuan's mind was still drawn tight.

Ghost Willow, mist, a land torn by war—those thoughts churned together as his feet carried him onto the street where Cao Mansion stood.

From far away, the corner of his eye first caught a mass of figures.

Human shadows loomed within the gray mist. Reflections flickered intermittently from armor,

and the clashing of