Qian Renxue looked down at him.
Her gaze was as cold as ancient ice.
"Slaughter City?" she repeated softly, the corners of her lips curving into a faint yet chilling arc. "You think you deserve to go there?"
The sword tip nudged forward lightly.
The pleading stopped abruptly. Golden flames spread from the wound, instantly devouring the Fallen One.
The battle ended quickly.
None of the twenty-three Fallen Ones survived.
The knights silently began clearing the battlefield, gathering the black-robed corpses in an open area.
One of the team members unleashed a scorching fire-type soul skill, preparing to cremate them.
Tian Yue walked over to Qian Renxue's side and removed her helmet, sweat dampening several strands of golden hair.
She watched the blazing flames, then looked at Qian Renxue's icy expression. After hesitating, she finally spoke. "Sister Xue—"
"Tian Yue," Qian Renxue interrupted, her gaze still fixed on the flames. "Address me by rank during missions."
Tian Yue pursed her lips and changed her form of address. "Captain. Did we... handle this too absolutely? By protocol, Fallen Ones who surrender voluntarily and have not caused major casualties should be captured and escorted to Slaughter City. But this time... we didn't leave a single survivor."
It was not that she sympathized with these Fallen Ones.
Every member of the Holy Knights had the blood of Fallen Ones on their hands.
She simply felt that this... seemed...
Qian Renxue slowly turned to look at Tian Yue. The fading sunlight cast deep shadows over her flawless profile.
"Leave them alive? Why?"
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable finality.
"We have limited manpower and no spare energy to guard prisoners. There are too many uncertainties during an escort. These rats that lurk in the gutter are best at exploiting every opportunity