Lotuses covered the canal, drowning boat after boat.
On the largest pleasure boat, "Blood Ghost General" Fucha Ming'an raised his wine cup, clinking it merrily with the generals under his command.
Several women's corpses lay nearby.
Their clothes barely covered them, their lower bodies were a bloody mess, and fear and despair still lingered on their faces.
But at this moment, the executioners' expressions were not necessarily much better than those girls'.
They stood frozen, maintaining their postures of drinking and revelry.
They watched helplessly as lotuses covered the deck, gently burying the girls' corpses beneath a sea of flowers, and then... surrounding them.
They wanted to scream and struggle, but every attempt was utterly futile.
They could not even move their eyeballs.
Splash, splash--!
The sea of lotuses swayed, wave following wave.
A moon-white figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the deck, her skirt fluttering, her clear radiance flowing like water.
She lowered her head and glanced at the women beside her feet, whose eyes had yet to close in death, then gently raised her right hand.
Buzz--
Invisible Sword Qi converged from all directions, dense and countless, like tens of thousands of steel needles.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft--!
Led by Fucha, every Dadao general present was instantly riddled with holes, blood gushing out like fountains.
Li Wei released her suppression of them, and so...
"Ah--ah--"
"Spare me--!"
"I surrender! Ahhh--!"
Their shrill screams rang across the canal. Their backbone was not much stronger than that of the common people.
Looking at their ugly displays, Li Wei deliberately avoided their vital points, making the Sword Qi pierce them for longer, and longer still.
Only after the last man breathed his last did her figure suddenly vanish.
A clear voice lingered in the air. "No need