Building One's Own Order Upon the Ruins

Vasha walked to Situ Xuan's side, lightly flicked her delicate jade-like hand, and tossed Long Tianwu down beside Luo Yuhang.

"Done, Xuan," Vasha said softly, her voice as gentle as ever, as if she had merely gone out for a stroll.

Situ Xuan nodded and looked at the people before him. His gaze swept over every face—pale, livid, trembling. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. His voice was not loud, yet it entered every person's ears with perfect clarity.

"I don't care who you used to work for. Shrek, the Tang Sect, even the Spirit Pagoda—it doesn't matter. From today onward, all of you will work for me."

As his words fell, the auditorium became deathly silent. The councilors lowered their heads. No one dared to speak. No one dared to look up. But there would always be someone who refused to stay silent.

One councilor stood. "Impossible!"

Bang!

The word of refusal had only just left his mouth when his perfectly good head burst apart.

Blood and brain matter splattered over the nearby councilors, and some could not help retching.

"Anyone else?" Situ Xuan asked mildly.

Another councilor stood. "You can't kill us all!"

Bang. His head burst apart as well, and his body fell straight to the floor.

The councilors of the Sun Moon Federation might be corrupt, and they might fight among themselves, but there were still quite a few with backbone.

One councilor after another stood up, and one after another fell.

Blood gathered into little streams across the floor, flowing along the cracks between the tiles.

Some began to cry. Some collapsed in their chairs. Some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But death descending again and again truly shattered the mental defenses of countless people.

Just as had been said, there