"Someone's been killed! A cultivator named Jiang Yun has openly rebelled against the Human Race! Everyone, attack together and kill him! Enforcer, please intervene!"
Someone shouted from hiding, trying to incite the crowd against Jiang Yun and prompt the enforcer to act.
"Rebel, my foot! The reception envoy and his people colluded with other races and sold out the Human Race. Young friend Jiang did what the rest of us didn't dare do, and I say good for him!"
Inside an ancient building at the rear, a scholarly-looking middle-aged cultivator rose and rebuked the speaker.
Swish! Swish!
In the blink of an eye, he plucked several people from the crowd and threw them straight into the street outside.
Clang!
A floating Great Bell slowly took shape in the void. It boomed, its toll rolling out in waves that shook the people thrown outside into bloody mist. The light of their Primordial Spirits was drawn into the bell.
"Ah! We were wrong! It was—"
Killing intent surged in Jiang Yun. Almost instantly, he slew every member of the Reception Manor lurking in the shadows. Only two remained, dragged away by a captain behind the reception envoy as they retreated deeper into the manor.
"Om!"
Their deaths were only delayed by a moment. With a sharp utterance, Jiang Yun unleashed a Daoist art. The two men and the captain turned into two heaps of mush, flesh and bone dissolving together.
Their fate surprised no one. But someone in the old building recognized the scholarly middle-aged cultivator and spoke up.
"Huh? Isn't that the second commander from five years ago? I heard he offended some big shot back then and nearly had his cultivation crippled. Only because someone farther along the Ancient Road protected him did the reception envoy merely throw him out