Blood Tracks Carry Prisoners Presenting Criminal Evidence, Chen Ji's Blade Judges the Tyrant's Heart

The soldiers around them were completely stunned.

They watched helplessly as their comrades-in-arms beside them, the officers who usually barked orders, were beheaded in the blink of an eye. Their eyes widened in terror, chills running through their hearts.

When had it happened!?

People from the Blood-Clad Army had actually slipped into their ranks?

How had they infiltrated?

And how had they pinpointed their targets so precisely?

The sounds of slicing flesh rang out without end.

Heads were falling everywhere.

One young soldier's legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed into a pool of blood. The back of his hand was smeared with scalding blood. He wanted to scream, only to find his throat clogged tight; all he could make were hoarse, gasping sounds.

The officers and soldiers trembled in terror as they watched the scene unfold.

They had long heard of Blood Butcher Yama. Only upon seeing him today did they understand what true fear was.

With no more than a turn of his hand, countless implicated officers had already been beheaded.

Not one innocent man had been killed!

Yin Chang lay sprawled on the ground, peering through his fingers at the hellish sight before him. Stormy waves surged in his heart.

At last, he understood the weight carried by the four words "Blood Butcher Yama," and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind them.

"Where is the deputy commander in charge of defending the city?" Zhao Cheng's voice rang out again, shattering the dead silence.

A pale-faced general suddenly sprang out from the crowd and dropped to his knees with a thud. The bronze studs on his armor struck the ground with a sharp clink. "T-this subordinate is here!"

"Within a quarter of an hour, gather five thousand shi of provisions and fodder, along with