The Zhao Household head froze, his eyes widening at once.
Before he could even process Su Yueli's words, that pale blue figure vanished from before his eyes.
The next moment, an icy wind brushed across the back of his neck.
At some point, Su Yueli had already appeared behind him.
She raised a hand and casually struck the Zhao Household head on the back.
Bang!
With a dull explosion, the Zhao Household head burst apart in midair, turning into a thick cloud of blood mist.
Having lost his support, Han Zhen, whom the Zhao Household head had been holding, fell from the air. He coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The surroundings fell deathly silent.
The remaining dozens of Zhao Household elites finally came to their senses. Terrified out of their wits, they stared at the blood mist drifting down from above, their legs as limp as noodles.
Their head was dead, and the immortal master they had hired had exploded too. This was no battle at all—it was simply a one-sided slaughter!
"Run!"
No one knew who shouted it first, but the Zhao Household elites threw down their weapons and fled toward the gates of Han Residence.
But how could the recovered Han Household members let such an opportunity slip away?
"Kill! Leave none alive! Avenge our fallen clansmen!"
Led by Han Qingling and several elders, the surviving Han Household martial artists charged forward with bloodshot eyes.
In mere moments, those panic-stricken Zhao Household elites were slaughtered to the last man. Corpses carpeted the courtyard of Han Residence, and blood flowed like a river.
The Zhao Household of Luochuan City had been wiped from the map entirely.
The battle was over, yet there was not the slightest joy of victory within Han Residence.
Han Zhen lay