The sun was already slanting west.
The enormous square was packed with people, yet a wide area had been left empty in the middle.
That was the execution ground.
Blood had already flowed into a river beneath the guillotine. Executions were carried out in groups of ten, and in little more than half a day, more than thirty rounds had been conducted here. Over three hundred people had been beheaded.
Three hundred might not sound like much, but it was truly a huge number.
Their blood had pooled beneath the guillotine, forming a small pond that struck fear into anyone who saw it. Sui Xiong had returned their corpses to where they had been, and who knew how many people had been scared out of their wits by the sight.
The thick stench of blood hung in the air. The grim aura of slaughter weighed heavily on every spectator's heart. Even those whose great vengeance had been avenged gradually found themselves unable to smile.
Even the executioners felt immense pressure. Though they prided themselves on killing without batting an eye, they had truly never slaughtered so many people in such a mechanical fashion, like butchering pigs.
More importantly, many of the criminals they executed were dressed in rather refined, even luxurious clothing. One look was enough to tell that they were no ordinary commoners. At the very least, they were wealthy—and perhaps even nobles.
But none of this affected Sui Xiong. His will was steeled, and such things could no longer move him. Besides, with his divine powers, the moment he caught these people, he could see the sins upon them and the resentment left behind by those they had harmed. No matter how soft-hearted one might be, after witnessing crimes too numerous to be recorded on bamboo slips, there