"What?"
"It all turned into blood mist?"
The Bald Man was startled.
"Yes, my lord. I saw from a distance that everyone turned into blood mist in the blink of an eye, then disappeared."
"There were more than two hundred of them, my lord..."
The reporting lieutenant's voice trembled slightly.
He swore he had never seen such a terrifying sight in his life.
It was beyond his imagination.
Not everyone had seen an Xiantian Expert take action. As for the rumored "Xiantian Aura," many had merely heard of it.
Zhu Chang had taken action a few days ago.
But this lieutenant had not been among those present.
After all, Lord Zhu was not putting on a stage play. It was not as if he could summon every soldier before killing someone, could he?
Besides, Zhu Chang's moods were unpredictable.
Very few people dared to discuss or even mention him in private.
There had been a precedent for this.
When the military structure had been reorganized, several people had privately discussed Zhu Chang. They had not said anything particularly insulting, merely complained that they would have to work hard from then on and that these scions of aristocratic families were really good at causing trouble.
As a result, someone had reported them.
Several of them had been arrested and brutally beaten with more than twenty lashes, until their flesh was torn and they wailed for their fathers and mothers.
Zhu Chang had issued an order.
Anyone who discussed military orders would be punished.
Anyone who reported such discussions would be rewarded.
Under such a high-pressure regime, no one knew which careless remark would earn them a beating, nor which comrade around them might secretly report them.
So they could only remain silent.
Would this not cause everyone to guard against one