Li Huai had chosen the strongest of the three factions: the Falling Moon Sword Sect.
Ordinary people chose to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, but Li Huai had chosen to kill the strongest one outright.
As far as Li Huai was concerned, it made no difference which of the three factions was strong or weak. He could wipe them all out just the same.
The Northwest Circuit was naturally nowhere near as prosperous as the Central Plains. Even Feilong City, the largest city in the Northwest Circuit, was no exception. By midnight, not a single light could be seen in the city.
As a sect, the Falling Moon Sword Sect should ideally have established itself in some beautiful place with clear waters and green hills.
But places like that were scarce in the Northwest Circuit, and most of them were controlled by the Northwest Alien Tribes. The Falling Moon Sword Sect had no choice but to establish itself within the city.
The Falling Moon Sword Sect had a great many people, with over three thousand disciples. In the east of the city, the sect had a vast training ground built specifically to accommodate its martial artists. It was an impressive sight.
The Dark Guard martial artists following Li Huai wore black uniforms as they moved through the city. They seemed to blend into the night, with only faint glimmers of crimson drifting among them, adding a hint of menace to the silent, murderous atmosphere.
The group concealed their presence and approached the Falling Moon Sword Sect. Li Huai gestured, and five Su Family disciples immediately stepped forward, taking out jade array bases and setting them up outside the sect.
It was a Sound-Isolating Array designed to conceal noise and activity. Nothing fancy—even the palaces of Great Zhou were