The bloody scene instantly terrified the surrounding crowd into numbness.
The first people to come to their senses immediately wailed, their faces filled with terror as cries rang out one after another:
"Not good—the Divine Attendants are dead, dead!"
"Run, hurry and run!"
"Who did this? We're finished, we're finished!"
"..."
The screams grew from few to many, then spread at breakneck speed, finally turning into a panicked mass exodus.
Everyone charged madly toward their homes, intending to take their families and flee this place.
The noble Divine Attendants were Great King Yellow Wind's envoys. Anyone who dared kill a Divine Attendant faced, at best, the slaughter of an entire city; at worst, the destruction of an entire kingdom.
Several decades ago, on the day Qingyuan Capital made its offerings, a Divine Attendant suddenly died violently, resulting in the massacre of everyone in Qingyuan Capital, leaving not a single survivor.
Later, rumors said that the Divine Attendant had gone astray in its cultivation and died when its Demon Core shattered, rather than having been assassinated.
But without bothering to distinguish black from white, the Divine Attendants had slaughtered the city all the same. Afterward, no one dared demand an explanation.
That was the most recent terrifying memory concerning the death of a Divine Attendant. Further back, there were many more.
Now, more than a dozen Divine Attendants had all exploded and died. Such a crime called for the destruction of a kingdom!!
Run!
That was the instinctive choice of the crowd once they came to their senses. Yellow Wind Heavenly God could wipe out the entire Cloud Mulberry Kingdom with a mere gesture. Run too slowly, and you died. No one would survive.
This way of thinking had been reinforced through untold years, becoming as unbreakable as a steel brand