Several pieces of gravel flew past Su Xiao's cheek as he stepped forward into the ancient castle.
The three-story castle had partially collapsed by now. A hole roughly five meters in diameter had appeared where the first-floor entrance had been, with rubble and twisted corpses scattered around it.
Boom, boom, boom—
The situation inside the castle could only be described as earth-shaking. A'Mu was rampaging through the place.
One Imperial Guard after another charged into the castle. They hacked down everyone they saw, regardless of age or gender.
"Ah!!"
A woman's scream came from the castle's second floor. Su Xiao stomped on the ground, and a flash of blade light streaked past. A hole was slashed through the second-floor outer wall, and he entered one of the rooms.
Everywhere he looked, there were women's corpses. An Imperial Guard in black armor stood where he was, his armor covered in blood.
The Imperial Guard nodded respectfully at Su Xiao, then turned and charged out of the room.
Su Xiao walked out with his blade in hand. The castle had become a living hell, with corpses hacked into several pieces scattered everywhere. These Imperial Guards were not weak.
A minute later, the castle fell silent. Su Xiao sat in an exquisite wooden chair on the third floor when an Imperial Guard approached him, dragging a man and a woman.
"Imperial Guard, have you gone mad? I'm Ian Pollitt! I want to see His Majesty the King!"
Ian Pollitt shouted loudly, but unfortunately, his identity as a councilor was now worthless.
Ian Pollitt scanned his surroundings fearfully. Soon, he saw Su Xiao sitting in the wooden chair. At that moment, his body began to go limp, and his flushed face quickly turned ashen.
"Iron Hand... I only want to know one thing. What