Toward the official faction, the Clans, the Hundred Schools of Thought, Flower Moon, and the like, Zhao Fu had no intention of showing mercy either. They had contributed quite a bit to this war. It was already merciful enough that Zhao Fu had not settled scores with them over the Yinghuo Emperor Star sealing incident last time.
And now they had joined forces to deal with Great Qin. Did they really think Great Qin was easy to bully? Again and again, without showing them some color, it would not do. Otherwise, they would keep going, believing that Great Qin would do nothing to them.
As these factions were discussing the two decrees issued by Great Qin, none of them expected Great Qin to suddenly launch an attack, and they were caught scrambling to respond.
But the Great Qin Assassins did not care. They drove sword after sword into their throats, ending their lives and completing their first killing trial.
Within the official faction, a handsome young man wielded a large saber against five Great Qin Assassins. However, he was already outnumbered, wounds appearing all over his body. He shouted, "Who are you? Why are you attacking us? Do you know what kind of faction we are?"
Ordinarily, few people dared provoke official factions. Aside from the fact that official forces were not weak, there was another major reason: if you offended them, you could forget about having a good life in the real world.
No one answered him. Great Qin had no time to bother with him. A thin, small figure suddenly struck; a flash of bloody light cut a long gash across the young man's chest. His body immediately went limp and collapsed to the ground, but he was not dead yet, with a thread of life still remaining.