Clang, clang, clang.
Iron armor scraped, and cloud boots pounded the ground.
No one knew which unit those armored soldiers belonged to, but they had surrounded the small courtyard and every inch within a hundred zhang of it, leaving it sealed tight.
Cultivators stood atop the high walls, while swordsmen perched on the rooftops. Some held their weapons at the ready; others focused their minds, prepared to strike at a moment's notice. Every one of them was cautious and vigilant, as if facing a formidable enemy.
They knew exactly what sort of opponent they were about to face.
It was a dragon—a wicked dragon, a vicious beast that had stirred the winds and clouds of Shenzhou, one even the Old Immortal Song Gudú had been unable to keep after personally taking action.
Over a hundred Still Water swordsmen had gathered in the alley not far from Song Tingyun. Mu Yubai, the new Sword God of Still Water Sword Hall, had appeared beside Song Tingyun at some point, landing without a sound, his divine light restrained.
"General, the defenses are in place. The silk shop and everything within a hundred zhang have been completely surrounded by the Kirin Army. Not even a mosquito will be able to fly out." A deputy general came to report.
In the battle on White Horse Plain, the entire Kirin Army had been annihilated, all of them buried by Ying Qian Du. Later, the Song clan had selected the finest soldiers from among the various armies and chosen talented officers from the gate generals. They had then secretly entrusted this new army to Song Tingyun, who had returned from Starry Sky Academy. With the Song clan's authority today, Song Tingyun did not need to report to the military or anyone else when mobilizing troops. Thus, he