Celebration Forest Ward.
The cries of slaughter filled the air.
Many men and women were dragged into a courtyard, tied up, forced to kneel on the ground, and left trembling in terror.
Azure Dragon Gang members were seizing people everywhere. In the courtyard, a burly middle-aged man in a blue cloak stood with his hands behind his back like a mountain, watching the crowd kneeling and begging for mercy without the slightest trace of pity.
He was Ji Qing, hall master of the Azure Dragon Gang.
"Hall Master Ji, hurry up... Senior Brother Ye and my uncle are both waiting for me."
Liu Wuyou stood beside him beneath a cloak, equally indifferent to these human lives. He only wanted this over quickly, to pull himself out of this mire.
"Don't rush, Young Master Liu. We still need to wait for Huang Laosi to drag that brat's corpse over, so he can be sacrificed alongside these lowly commoners for my younger brother." Ji Qing spoke blandly.
He had not the slightest doubt about Liu Wuyou's actions. Unless Liu Wuyou wanted to die, he would certainly get this done.
Then his gaze turned icy, and he suddenly swept out a hand.
"Anyone suspected of ties to the White-Robed Society, or involved with them, sheltering them, or concealing the truth... kill them all without mercy."
At the same time, he shouted, "Clumsy Tiger, I know you're here. Hurry up and bring your people out to kneel, and I'll spare these lowly commoners. Otherwise..."
Didn't the White-Robed Society pride itself on saving the suffering and relieving the distressed? No matter how much they endured or hid, could they really stand by and watch so many people die?
His younger brother Ji Hong might have been good for little, but he had been Ji Qing's