Water and Fire

A torrential downpour cascaded from the heavens.

The rapid drumming of the rain made this night feel all the more indifferent.

To fell the strong with the weak, one must exhaust every ounce of strength; the Zhuang Kingdom had no luxury to hold anything back.

Thus, the entire Xin'an City was now unprecedentedly vulnerable, lacking even enough troops to maintain basic public order.

The battle that had taken place on the streets of the Zhuang Kingdom's capital had lasted for a full quarter of an hour, yet no one had rushed to intervene.

The heavy rain continued to lash against the long street, a relentless accusation that lasted for a long time before anyone in the rooms lining the street dared to timidly emerge into the rain to observe the situation.

Naturally, all they could see was a corpse dismembered into six parts.

The corpse of the Zhuang Kingdom's Vice Chancellor, Dong A.

When Jiang Wang had struck, his only intent was to kill Dong A thoroughly, but in doing so, he had effectively created such a gruesome sight.

The soldiers who received the report arrived to seal off the scene, nearly fainting once they identified the victim.

The officials whom Dong A had previously dismissed to rest gathered one after another at Wenhua Pavilion, yet they were unable to devise a strategy for a long time.

Until... Zhu Weiwu, wreathed in flames, flew in from the border city of Yinge, tearing through the curtain of rain.

Zhu Weiwu had likely never considered Lin Zhengren a rival. Ever since he had sailed a lone boat down to Wangjiang City and Lin Zhengren had closed his gates to avoid battle, that name had been cast to the back of his mind.

Later, when he lent his spear to Jiang