Xiaonan Wharf.
The once-bustling wharf was now a scene of bloodshed, the smell of charring everywhere.
The remains of Water Dragon Gang members littered the ground.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Brother Chen watched the wiry young man who had charged forward earlier collapse limply, a great hole burned through his head before he had gotten far. Snapping out of his daze, he looked at the carnage around him, his legs going weak as meaningless cries escaped his throat.
And when he raised his head again.
He saw that the young gentleman in silk had already pointed a finger at him.
Pop.
A soft sound rang out.
A headless corpse fell in response.
Over two hundred people carrying Pestilence Gu at one tiny wharf alone.
Who knows how many there are throughout the city... If even Lin'an is like this, what about elsewhere? Have victories in individual places still failed to shake the overall tide?
Or was that tide already set when the Southern Martial Gathering was broken?
Jiang Jingnian swept an expressionless glance over his surroundings.
Many trembling porters, fishermen, and small merchants stood nearby, including Old Li from earlier, all looking at him with eyes full of fear and despair.
In the eyes of these ordinary people.
Jiang Jingnian, who could breathe out swords and kill a hundred people in a blink, was even more terrifying and outrageous than the Water Dragon Gang's leader.
Just when they thought that, having finished off the Water Dragon Gang members, Jiang Jingnian.
Would kill them too to silence them.
They merely saw the young man fly through the air and land on the two large ships nearby.
As if realizing something, the many survivors on the wharf hurriedly scattered and fled, abandoning even the goods left on the pier.
Tap.
As Jiang Jingnian's foot