"Fine, I'll come clean. I'm a Thousand-Household Officer of the Northern Pacification Commission, ordered to investigate this riot. You can either tell me your grievances and let me report them to the Son of Heaven, or you can all hack me to death—or let me hack you to death."
Tang Yu smiled as he looked at this group of idiots courting death and teased them.
"So you're one of that dog emperor's lackeys. You'll die today!"
The Fusion Realm cultivator leading them roared and hurled a lightning technique at Tang Yu.
The other refugees also attacked Tang Yu in unison.
A streak of red light flew from Tang Yu's palm, circling outward at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, carrying terrifying sword qi.
In an instant, countless threads of flame appeared in the air, wrapping around the crowd one by one along with their magic treasures and divine abilities.
When Flowing Fire came to a halt before Tang Yu once more, what vanished alongside those threads of flame was the entire group of refugees present.
Now that he had broken through to the Mahayana Realm, the killing power of this innate spiritual treasure flying sword had surged again. Slaughtering a group of cultivators like this truly took no effort at all.
At that moment, several refugees in the city had not joined the siege. They were busy searching for valuables.
Realizing that all their companions had been wiped out in an instant, those refugees came to their senses and fled madly without a thought for their lives.
One male cultivator with a somewhat shifty-looking face had just begun to run when he discovered that Tang Yu's hand was already resting on his shoulder.
The male cultivator reacted swiftly. He instantly turned around, dropped to his knees,