Broken wood mixed with pebbles clattered to the ground, while blood sprayed in splatters around the two large craters. A hole more than five meters in diameter had appeared in the front wall of the mansion.
Sonya, her face full of bewilderment, had just tried to get up when a stabbing pain came from her collarbone. A shard of wood had pierced her body. Compared to the three diplomatic personnel from the Simoro Empire, she could already be considered lucky.
A large group of soldiers rushed into the mansion. After seeing the horrific scene inside, they all turned their gazes toward Su Xiao. At present, Su Xiao was the highest-ranking imperial official on the scene.
"Seal off the area within five kilometers. Capture any suspicious individuals alive at any cost."
The long blade in Su Xiao's hand slid back into its sheath, but his right arm was still numb. This was his first time experiencing the power of a steam high-pressure cannon. As far as he knew, at least a dozen of these things were hidden within Lurenfei Palace and the Moon God Monastery.
Su Xiao had never expected these Transcendents disguised as soldiers to find any clues. Given the current situation, only two groups could have done this: the remnants of the Ninth Unit, or the Simoro Empire.
As for why the Simoro Empire had assassinated the envoys it had sent itself, the reason was simple: to pin the blame elsewhere. Envoy Nigar had died in the capital of the Dawn Empire. It was like having yellow mud fall into your pants pocket—whether it was shit or not, it was shit now.
The Simoro Empire naturally wouldn't care about the amount of compensation. But one thing had to be remembered: it was a nation with a morbid obsession with