All sounds of slaughter had died away.
All the blazing flames had already been extinguished.
That lithe figure who had swept through the sky with his sword had withdrawn the Sword Qi that filled the heavens.
That silent God-Slayer in iron armor now stood there in silence.
That towering, colossal body had at this moment returned to its fat form, sitting against the gate passage. A harmless smile hung on his exhausted face.
New Festival City had changed hands.
Tattered banners, broken blades, and fragments of hand crossbows still lay scattered in pools of blood.
The city's defending troops had all been driven to the drill ground within the city, awaiting a fate they faced in bewilderment, unsure what to do.
The city-protecting grand formation that guarded this place had, of course, already been destroyed.
Every household had shut its doors, and the common folk waited uneasily in their homes.
This city in the eastern part of Huiming Prefecture was now there for the taking.
Yet not a single soldier of Victory Camp broke into a civilian home—not only was there nothing much to gain, but military discipline truly could kill.
The city treasury was open for the taking, and everyone lined up to go in and choose at their leisure. There were more Dao Essence Stones than they could carry away; who had the patience to rob ordinary people of a few copper coins?
The entire New Festival City sank into a bewildered stillness.
No one knew what day tomorrow would bring, who tomorrow would belong to, or whether there would even be a tomorrow...
"Are you all right?" Jiang Wang asked softly.
He had entered the city ahead of the others and taken on the most dangerous tasks—killing the defending general, breaking the city gate, clashing head-on with