Martial Arts' Heaven-Mad One, Marquis Wen Lü Bu, Mobilizes!

Imagination was cruel, but reality was even crueler.

Neither the plan to burn everything to ashes and turn the imperial city into scorched earth nor the ambition to perish together came to fruition.

After a few breaths of one final flare, Song Jiang died.

Still, Song Jiang had accomplished one thing: he had allowed some of the important figures among the 108 Stars to escape.

Lin Chong and Wu Song had forcibly broken through the blockade, while Bai Sheng, An Daoquan, Zhu Wu, and others had also fled. There was no way to properly count exactly who had escaped; quite a few of the 108 Stars had already died.

Tang Luo and the others had no intention of pursuing them. If they left, they left. Who cared?

Some had died in battle, while quite a few had been captured alive.

By the time dusk fell, the imperial city, whose cries of battle had continued for an entire day, had fallen completely silent.

For the time being, it had come under Tang Luo's control.

What followed was no longer battle, but taking over the imperial city.

There was all manner of postwar cleanup to handle. Some of the city's defending soldiers had fled, some had died in battle, and some had become prisoners.

The prisoners were naturally locked in the dungeons first, nearly filling every prison in the imperial city.

Over the next few days, more than a hundred people were imprisoned one after another, all of them people who had wanted to stir up trouble.

There was no widespread resistance with every citizen taking up arms.

Hostility, however, was unavoidable. Every now and then, someone would jump from a high building and die for their fallen nation.

This series of trivial matters was far more complicated than simple fighting, so