This child was even more ruthless than he had imagined.
Not the cruel kind of ruthlessness, but the kind that knew when to strike and when to stop.
That ruthlessness was both innate and forged through experience.
He had fought in the Great Soul Arena for three years, then killed on the battlefield for three days. His resolve had already become tougher than that of many adults.
"Let's go."
Dugu Bo turned and vanished into the void.
Gu Ci put away his Soul Sword Blade, took a deep breath, and turned back toward his father.
Gu Xiao looked at him and said nothing. He merely patted his shoulder hard.
The blow was heavy enough to make Gu Ci's shoulder ache, but he did not dodge.
Of the fifteen Fallen Soul Masters, aside from the Scar-Faced Man whom Gu Ci had killed, all fourteen others were executed on the spot by the Heaven Dou Empire's army.
No one fled, and no one surrendered.
Han Lie led the Soul Army's elite and used Soul Pulse Crossbows to shoot them down one by one across the battlefield.
The ghostly blue light of soul beams flickered across the battlefield, and every shot claimed a life.
In less than fifteen minutes, the battle was over.
Murong Longcheng stood atop a hill, the Seven Star Sword planted at his side. He stared at the corpses scattered across the battlefield for a long time in silence.
Then he turned to the adjutant beside him and said, "Throw their bodies beyond the pass. Let the Star Luo Empire see what happens when they try their luck."
The adjutant accepted the order and left.
The work of clearing the battlefield was finally completed before sunset.
The fallen soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire were buried on a hillside outside