The Tushan Expeditionary Army breached the formation and slowly entered the Golden-Wing Royal Clan's ancestral land.
The standards that followed were simple.
All who resisted were to be killed without mercy. No trial was needed; they were to be executed on the spot.
Then came death for all who had eaten humans.
With these two standards enforced rigorously, every Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivator who resisted was slain. Every cultivator who surrendered had to open their divine soul for judgment; those unwilling to cooperate died.
In the hands of the Tushan Expeditionary Army, everything proceeded in perfect order: collecting spoils, rotating shifts for rest, and judging demons guilty of sin.
They moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, ignoring the roars, shrill cries, and venomous screams of the Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivators as they went about their work.
Once these two procedures of judgment had been carried out, the Golden-Wing Royal Clan's territory was emptied within a few hours.
Ninety-nine percent of the Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivators had died.
They died utterly cleanly. Their demon bodies were confiscated and would be refined into all manner of magical treasures and artifacts. They were especially suited for flying vessels and flying swords, possessing greater affinity for such things.
The few remaining Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivators knelt respectfully on the ground, doing everything in their power to conceal the hatred in their hearts.
"You will be shrouded in the radiance of the Tu Shan Code."
Gong Caiyu said gently.
As a Governance Sect cultivator, she was handling these surviving Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivators. As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she could easily see into the deepest hearts of these demon kings, demon generals, and lesser demons.
Yet she did not care.
These remaining Golden-Wing Royal Clan cultivators would be relocated and settled in the Northern Plains.
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