"It wasn't gold foil, but silk..."
Feeling the inner pocket in Yuwen Ba's robes, Lu Wu-bing was delighted, then shook his head.
Though it had been within his expectations, he was still somewhat disappointed.
He knew the genuine Ten Directions Seal diagram would not be so easily obtained, yet he still felt faintly dissatisfied.
He kicked Yuwen Ba's corpse heavily and flung it before Wang Quanzhong, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Coldly, he said, "Cut off his head and hang it atop the city walls. Get rid of all these Northern Zhou barbarian attendants as well. Hang every last one of them."
It was not because he was cruel by nature.
Rather, over the past half month or so, thanks to the indulgence of the peace faction and the fawning faction, this Northern Zhou diplomatic mission of more than thirty men had committed every evil imaginable throughout Weijing.
Even an ordinary guard who was nothing at all had dared to brazenly seize women from the streets.
One could well imagine just how vicious the deeds of those among them who held real authority had been.
It was not as though no righteous martial artists had come seeking justice.
But when faced with a powerhouse like Northern Tyrant Yuwen Ba, they had all died beneath his hammers, needlessly adding to the ranks of the wronged dead.
Lu Wu-bing had heard that, in the largest clash, Yuwen Ba had smashed seventy-three martial arts experts from the capital to death with his twin hammers in a single night.
The next day, he had thrown the corpses of those righteous, hot-blooded martial artists onto the streets for dogs to devour.
The government constables had simply stood there and watched.
After that battle, the capital had fallen silent.
As for the true experts, every