Like a burly, powerful man grabbing a chick, with a casual twist, thirty thousand elite soldiers became corpses strewn across the deck, then were kicked into the sea by the thousands of black-clad men who had suddenly appeared, fed to the flood dragons constantly arriving beneath the waves.
"Who else?" Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back and barked coldly, without the slightest trace of mercy, "Transmit My decree. Duke Snow Ridge has committed the heinous crime of rebellion, colluding with the Snow Bear Clan in sinister plots and attempting to overthrow the Blood Qin Empire. His crimes are unforgivable, deserving execution and the extermination of nine clans—all male relatives are to be thrown into the death-row camps and sent to the Western Continent's front lines as death squads. All female relatives are to be consigned to the lowly registers of the Bureau of Court Music, never to be freed from that status for all eternity!"
Lin Qi turned and swept his gaze across the surrounding warships. He noticed that the faces of quite a few private-army commanders suddenly twitched. Clearly, the noble magnates behind these private forces were dissatisfied with Ying Zheng as well. Lin Qi could understand that resentment. To any noble, a private army was personal property—how could they willingly allow Ying Zheng to mobilize it?
Naturally, they would seize this operation as a chance to create trouble and stir up chaos for Ying Zheng! But Lin Qi had never imagined that someone would be impulsive enough to attempt to assassinate Master Yin the moment they set foot in the Penglai Five Islands. What the hell was in their heads? Dog shit?
Alda crept furtively over to Lin Qi and cautiously pointed toward a ship in the distance. When Ying Zheng had given the order