The Seventh Guard Second Brigade's act of using heads to pay tribute on the parade ground left the Phoenix Spirit nobles surrounding the Military Exercise Parade Ground utterly shocked.
The Phoenix Spirit Guards nearby were likewise filled with shock and emotion as they watched the Seventh Guard Second Brigade's actions, and countless favorable impressions arose in their hearts toward the Seventh Guard Second Brigade.
Such loyal and righteous comrades-in-arms were what every Phoenix Spirit Guard hoped for.
Yet very quickly, a question arose in everyone's minds—whose head had been used to pay tribute to the fallen Phoenix Spirit Guards?
At that thought, nearly everyone had the same name surface in their hearts.
At that same instant, on the parade ground's viewing platform, Elder Chen of the Chen Family and Zi Wenxuan, who had been watching this scene, suddenly fixed their gazes.
As Zi Wenxuan looked at the bloody head Ye Zhen held in his hand, his throat bobbed violently several times. He looked toward his old friend Elder Chen beside him, wanting to say something, but in the end, he did not speak.
Neither Zi Wenxuan nor Elder Chen was foolish. On the contrary, both were exceedingly shrewd.
In an instant, the two of them had guessed something.
Elder Chen's throat rasped. At some point, his aged face had turned crimson from holding back. His gaze remained locked on the head offered as an Offering before the thirty-four spirit tablets, as he desperately tried to make out its features.
Within the parade ground, Fifth Guard commander Chen Denglong, watching this scene, felt his heart skip a beat. He closed the distance in a few strides.
With just one glance, Chen Denglong let out a furious, shocked roar. "Jiawei?"
"You actually killed Jiawei?"
On the viewing platform, Elder Chen, having received