Heaven Dou City's eastern district, Vermilion Bird Street.
This had once been the busiest trade center in the entire Heaven Dou Empire, a place where every inch of land was worth gold and traffic never ceased.
But at this moment, the broad avenue that symbolized the empire's wealth and glory had completely become a living hell.
Towering flames dyed the night sky a blood-red like weeping crimson. Thick black smoke mingled with the smell of charred wood and the pungent stench of blood, spreading wantonly over the street.
"Smash it! Smash it hard! Drag out every last one of those lowborn scum who refuse to submit!"
Prince Xue Xing rode atop a pure-blooded warhorse draped in heavy armor, waving a gem-inlaid command sword in his hand.
The fat on his face trembled violently from extreme excitement. His once somewhat dignified features were now twisted together, carrying a sick, frenzied madness.
Around him, tens of thousands of Royal Knights soldiers had completely torn away their former disguise as defenders of home and country.
These former imperial elites now had bloodshot eyes, like a pack of mad dogs broken free from their chains, frantically kicking open the doors of shops on both sides of the street and carrying out inhuman smashing, looting, and burning.
Wails, pleas for mercy, women's screams, and children's sobs intertwined, playing a desperate death knell.
Prince Xue Xing looked at the misery before him, and not only did he show no pity at all, he instead let out a burst of wild, sinister laughter.
Since the Heaven Dou Royal Family was already doomed to be devoured by shadow, why shouldn't he seize the chance to amass enough capital? As long as he helped those beings clear away the "noise" in Heaven Dou City, he would become the new