As the Zhao Clan and the Lingnan Baiyue experts, including Little Zhurong, departed, another group of experts arrived. These belonged to the Wise Mohists.
"Huh? Why are there still a woman and a child here?"
The arriving Wise Mohist experts were not at all surprised by the bloody scene. Instead, the remaining woman and child left them bewildered.
The struggle for supremacy was merciless, all the more so when the whole world was at stake!
The extermination of nine degrees of kinship had been personally decreed by the Huan Emperor. Disobedience meant defying an imperial edict, so however reluctant or merciful they might be, they had to comply. The scene before them had clearly witnessed a brutal, savage massacre, yet a woman and a boy had been spared. That made no sense!
"Who cares! Our emperor decreed the extermination of nine degrees of kinship. Kill them first!"
One Wise Mohist expert curled his lip, scornful of whoever had shown such softhearted mercy, and promptly called out.
As he spoke, his treasured sword flickered, tracing clusters of snowflakes as it thrust toward the visibly dazed woman and child...
Zhuge Liang, his face foolish and his gaze vacant, narrowed his eyes at the dazzling snowflakes...
"Stop!"
Just then, a young but stern voice rang out. The Wise Mohist expert thrusting at Zhuge Liang and his mother froze and turned...
From a corner more than ten meters away, a youthful, dignified girl emerged with a thin, sallow-faced boy!
"Young Master Guo!" The dozen or so Wise Mohist experts hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"Cough, cough..."
The thin, sallow-faced boy covered his mouth and coughed several times, then calmly instructed:
"These two are under my protection. You may leave!"
"Yes!" The Wise Mohist expert who had thrust at Zhuge Liang and his mother hesitated, then