Outside Hua Manor, warriors in imposing scale armor stood in dense ranks with spears bristling, completely surrounding the place, their spearheads aimed at Hua Manor's gates.
Guards wielding longbows and carrying powerful crossbows on their shoulders knelt with one knee bent, their gazes sharp as lightning, sleeping on their weapons as they awaited dawn.
At any moment, they were prepared to turn anyone leaving the manor into a honeycomb with a sky-filling rain of arrows.
At a rough count, there were no fewer than several hundred soldiers. Their equipment was superb, and every one of them possessed robust, masculine vitality, like blazing furnaces. They were all fierce, battle-hardened men in their prime.
The ordinary citizens around Hua Manor had long since been evacuated. Only scattered groups of Jianghu martial artists, confident in their own formidable skills and bold hearts, remained to watch, occasionally voicing astonishment and confusion.
Hua Zizai, the master of Hua Manor, had lived in Lingwu City for many years. Though he was not some famed elder of the Jianghu Martial Arts World, he was still one of the senior figures of the righteous path. He enjoyed tremendous prestige among Rogue Cultivators and had considerable ties with several local Lingwu factions.
Now that the Yangwu Army had surrounded Hua Zizai's residence, could it be that after wiping out the Pudu Cult branch and the Sui Han Sect, they intended to destroy the Hua Family as well?
It was not impossible. What puzzled everyone was that Meng Zhao had directly erased the two major forces with two palm strikes on the previous occasions. Why had he specifically sent out the Yangwu Army this time? What was the reasoning behind it?
Could it be that he found doing it himself too troublesome and too draining on his cultivation?
Surely a