A battle of extermination had come to a hasty close, yet the impact it caused stirred enormous waves throughout vast Lingwu City—waves that could not be calmed in a short time.
In the span of one night and one day, the deaths of several thousand people from Howling Wind Hall at Meng Zhao's hands shrouded Lingwu City in a lingering stench of blood.
Though Hall Master Zhang Zhichong had received the aid of five Innates, his martial arts had surged dramatically, and he had the power of the Divine Weapon Clearwind, he was still effortlessly slain by Meng Zhao before countless eyes.
This displayed both the peerless military might and killing power of the Yangwu Army, as well as Meng Zhao's domineering martial arts and formidable cultivation.
After this battle, Meng Zhao's intention to intimidate the entire city had been fully carried out. From Prince Yanping at the top to peddlers and common laborers at the bottom, all revered General Yangwu as though he were a god, not daring to harbor the slightest disloyal thought.
Naturally, those who harbored other ambitions were especially shaken. Top prodigies of the Divine Land like Dragon City could not help but feel fearful and guilty when facing Meng Zhao after witnessing the battle at Howling Wind Hall, their thoughts and actions restrained as well.
At the same time, taking down Howling Wind Hall allowed the Yangwu Army under Meng Zhao's command, as well as the Meng Family, to gorge themselves on a great draught of blood. Its immense wealth, remaining territory, and industries all fell into Meng Zhao's hands.
As a qualified leader, Meng Zhao naturally would not keep all the spoils for himself. After discussing matters with Beitang He, he also divided up a portion of the benefits to shut certain people's mouths