The days of heavy rain had finally ceased.
The clouds scattered at the horizon, picking out a streak of clear sunlight.
But the gloom hanging over the human world would not be so easily wiped away.
The stench was something viscous, clinging to the insides of one's nostrils. It constantly reminded you that something had already happened.
Blood wound across the ground in thin lines.
Corpses lay everywhere, arranged into a peculiar landscape.
Everything once alive and clamorous had fallen silent.
Yi Shengfeng sheathed his sword and strode away.
Seventeen battles in seven days—nothing more than killing and walking.
Although Seven Killings Master and Duke of Huai Mansion had reached a certain tacit understanding, the kill order issued by Duke of Huai Mansion naturally mentioned no restrictions. Anyone could kill Yi Shengfeng, and anyone could claim the reward. Anyone who killed Yi Shengfeng could receive protection afterward.
The restriction against those above Divine Presence making a move would be enforced by the deterrence of Southern Dipper Hall.
Should any powerhouse at Divine Presence or above attack Yi Shengfeng, Seven Killings Master Lu Shuanghe would personally question them with his sword. Regardless of origin or background, life and death would be decided.
"What fucking tacit understanding? This is completely one-sided compromise."
Yi Shengfeng thought silently.
But this world had always been one where the weak were meat for the strong, where the victor was right. He had understood that long ago, and there was nothing to resent.
Back then, after pushing Jiang Wang into the river, he had not thought of that person again for many years.
He should have drowned. Even if he had not, after muddling about in a shithole like Phoenix Creek Town in Maple Forest City, Jiang Wang's greatest accomplishment would have been inheriting his father's herbal