Wu Lie was dead.
He had been crushed to death like a piece of charred wood being pinched apart.
The Jinzhou Commander, Wu Zhao's fourth son, Wu Lie—the heir of the Great Wu Kingdom—had been killed just like that.
There had been no regard for the friendship between the two kingdoms, no negotiation, no deal.
Resolute and decisive, without the slightest mercy.
Kill!
After the black-robed youth finished doing this, his face remained expressionless, utterly unconcerned.
Crack—
When Wu Lie's body fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, the crisp sound jolted everyone present awake—all those who had been fighting or preparing to join the battle.
The fighting stopped. The slaughter ended.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the withered remains on the ground, then raised their gazes to the black-robed youth's beautiful face, gorgeous as spring blossoms and autumn moons.
"He just killed him like that?"
"This guy—he's insane?"
"Yan Xiangma—he's probably going to bring a great disaster upon the Yan Family—"
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The three members of the Dragon-Slaying Squad also looked at the black-robed youth, each of them wearing a stupefied expression.
Even Wen Ruo Ruo, who killed people with the greatest ease and abandon, was astonished when she witnessed this scene. Then she narrowed her eyes and began smiling silently.
After a brief moment of shock, the assistant generals and attendants Wu Lie had brought with him heard someone roar, "Kill him!" Following that, dozens of people in the room charged toward the black-robed youth.
"Kill!" countless people roared.
When the Great Wu border troops outside heard that Commander Wu Lie had been killed, their eyes turned blood-red. Like enraged beasts, they charged toward the inn under the leadership of their respective commanders.
Countless people brandished blades and spears, charging toward the black-robed youth, who was already surrounded