Formless City, Inner City.
At the end of Everlasting Joy Street, the night wind usually carried only the occasional clatter of armor from patrolling City Guard Army soldiers. Tonight, however, the peace of this district was torn to shreds.
Heavy, synchronized footsteps, steeped in the savage killing intent of men who had burned their boats, rolled like thunder from the other end of Everlasting Joy Street.
It was a force several hundred strong.
At its head walked dozens of Ironblood Hall traitors, their faces ashen and seventy percent of their spell power sealed.
Used as cannon fodder to clear the way, they trudged at the front with trembling bodies and despair filling their eyes.
Behind the cannon fodder came nearly three hundred fiercely loyal Ironblood Hall elites, led by Lei Wu and Yan Tieshan!
Every one of them had drawn a weapon, its Baleful-Repelling Array Patterns gleaming coldly in the night.
At the very center of the procession, surrounded by Ironblood Hall's senior members like the moon surrounded by stars, walked a blue-robed figure who seemed somewhat out of place.
Chu Bai walked with his hands clasped behind his back.
His steps were unhurried and his expression calm. He wore no protective enchanted robes and had summoned no Magical Treasure.
With that leisurely air, he hardly looked like someone on his way to exterminate an entire household. He looked more like a young master from a distinguished family taking a stroll through a garden to admire the flowers beneath a bright moon and scattered stars.
Yet not a single person present dared show the slightest disrespect toward that demeanor.
For as Chu Bai walked, an intensely dense, visibly black-and-purple cloud silently gathered above the entire Ironblood Hall procession. It was the terrifying pressure of absolute baleful intent, forcibly contained by