Blood Flows Like a River!

True death warriors never thought of themselves as death warriors.

They were merely repaying a debt of gratitude—sustained by their master's grace, their bodies no longer belonged to themselves. Wherever their eyes could see was a place they were willing to die for!!

These death warriors had indeed helped Qin Songting do many unspeakable things. In the eyes of the world, they were lackeys and executioners.

But in their own eyes, this was repaying kindness.

"To repay my lord's favor bestowed upon the Golden Platform, I would carry the jade dragon sword and die for him"—even villains understood that principle.

Beast fur emerged faintly across the five bodyguards' bodies. Their human palms turned into sharp claws as they lunged viciously at Bai Ye.

A smile tugged at Bai Ye's lips. "Not bad. You've got courage, but..."

Clang!

A clear sword cry rang out. Four heads flew into the air, headless bodies collapsed, and the spraying blood splashed across Qin Songting's face, making him scream repeatedly.

"That's all."

The Golden Sword slowly lowered, crystalline beads of blood dripping down its blade.

Drip, drip...

The sound was faint, yet it was perfectly clear in the deathly silent hall.

"No rush. Take it slow," Bai Ye said calmly to the terrified Qin Songting.

He stood right beside Qin Songting, utterly composed, giving him ample time to mobilize his troops.

It was not because he was overconfident. It was because the effect of [Word Becomes Law] still hadn't fucking worn off!

He had originally planned to leave after showing off, but who would have thought he would trap himself and end up dropping a stone on his own foot?

If he forcibly took Qin Songting away, this centenarian might drop dead on the spot. Then he would have no way to ask about the