They had cleaned up the Zhen Family of Jinling, along with the remnants of Great Gan's local powerful clans—the so-called Eight Great Families and the like.
The furnace that symbolized death flew all the way toward Great Gan's imperial capital.
Heavenly lightning still struck without end, but at least there was no more bird droppings. The occasional bit was concealed amid the lightning and went unnoticed.
Instead, the thunderbolts cleansed the filth from the Eight-Trigram Furnace's surface, greatly reducing Yang Jian's muttering.
Before this, Tang Luo had felt that the guy was starting to resemble an old auntie.
So he took out a small notebook and wrote: Yang Jian, age unknown, elderly old man, possesses a considerable degree of cleanliness obsession. Whenever dissatisfied with the cleanliness of his surroundings, he would keep muttering and transform into Auntie Yang.
Tang Luo had never known this before. Now that he had written it down, it might come in handy someday.
In the future, if he wrote a book titled My Yang Jian Life Never Fell Behind Anyone, it would probably sell well too—well, he only hoped Yang Jian's fans in the Mountain and Sea Realm had not died in great numbers.
Besides, once Yang Jian recovered from his injuries and emerged fresh from the furnace, he would probably gain another huge batch of fans.
People still cared about faces.
The Eight-Trigram Furnace flew into the imperial capital. Rather than heading to the palace at once, it descended upon the Jia Clan.
It rammed Jia Baoyu to death directly.
This fellow had been one of those most heavily influenced by the will of the Fate Harvester. He could turn into the Fate Harvester at any moment, so Tang Luo certainly would not show mercy.
After killing Jia Baoyu, Tang Luo and the others