Generals were as numerous as clouds, and soldiers as fierce as tigers.
At Lu Xingkong's command, the men behind him—dressed in brocade robes, with the builds of bears and tigers—immediately entered a state of battle readiness.
"Should Still Water Sword Hall dare take one more step forward, I'll fight you to the bitter end!"
"With your old Meng here, you turtle-born bastards can forget about stepping through the Lu family's gate!"
"When I lead an army of a hundred thousand, I'll wash you all in blood!"
Li Kefeng, Chief of the City Patrol Division; Meng Hao, General of the Victorious Army; Jiang Wan, Taoyuan Governor; Chen She, Flying Tiger General; and Tao Jingming, Xuchang City Lord.
Every one of them had slain enough people to fill the wilderness, and every one of them was a battle-hardened veteran.
All of them released their Battle Aura and Killing Intent at once, and the scene instantly became thick with murderous intent.
The Lu Mansion's guards, generals, and household troops behind them gripped their broad sabers, their eyes bloodshot. The moment the White Robe Swordsmen made the slightest move, they would charge forward and hack them into minced meat.
It was like a boiling volcano, or the blazing sun at noon.
All it needed was a tiny spark, and there would be a sudden boom—then the volcano would erupt with molten lava, and the scorching sun would unleash its flames.
The entire world would be reduced to a scene of utter destruction.
The Lu family had made its stance clear: an utterly unyielding stance, one that allowed for death but not survival.
Elder Chengfeng began to feel a headache coming on.
The Master of Still Water Sword Hall, the illustrious Xifeng Sword God, had actually suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of a