Heads rolled, and hot blood sprayed everywhere.
The severed heads lay in a chaotic heap across the stone slabs. The hot blood flowing from them spread in all directions, soaking and staining the shoes red.
It was a massacre.
A true, genuine massacre.
One slash, and a head fell to the ground—simple and brutal.
"Chen Jie, deputy general of the Divine Leopard Army, conspired with Lu Wuyong to betray the country. To be executed."
Crack.
"Li Xinning, general of the Shi Yi Army, conspired with Lu Wuyong to betray the country. To be executed."
Crack.
Lu Kun's voice trembled, and his face flushed purple.
He desperately tried to keep his balance, forcing himself not to look at the heads scattered across the ground behind him, forcing himself not to look at the sticky, wet shoes beneath his feet.
But the overwhelming stench of blood still assailed his nose, making him want to vomit.
"Zhang Jiabao, Divine Leopard Army—"
Lu Kun saw Zhang Jiabao's pupils go unfocused and his body collapse to the ground, with urine and feces spilling everywhere. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly turned around and crawled toward the arrow tower on the city wall.
"Urgh!"
A large amount of vomit sprayed from his mouth. The undigested scraps of food in his stomach flew out, only to be slapped back by the icy wind and splattered across his face.
Lu Kun's face was smeared white with the liquids he had vomited. The guards hurried over with ash-gray cloths to wipe him clean.
Lu Kun snatched a cloth from one of the guards and wiped his face again and again. When he inadvertently saw a head on the ground staring at him with its eyes wide open, his stomach cramped once more, his organs churned, and another powerful