The Martial King fell from the sky, his fate unknown. The thud when he hit the ground seemed to echo in the hearts of everyone watching.
A Marquis who had been crowned King for his martial prowess years ago, then spent decades cultivating, had been pierced by a spear pieced together from fragments of a gate. He had not even had time to react.
Fragments of his own Prince's Mansion's gate, no less.
It was more than killing a man. It was a strike at the heart.
The faces of everyone from the Martial King Manor, whether hanging in the air or still unharmed, turned pale.
The Martial King was the pillar of their Prince's Mansion!
The impact of the Martial King falling to a single blow was immense. Passersby, other Marquises, and even those within the most imposing Imperial Palace turned their eyes this way.
People talked over one another, shocked, puzzled, and full of speculation.
None of it affected Meng Chuan in the slightest. No one who came today could stop him.
"Those who do wrong should be punished. Hands that deserve severing should be severed; feet that deserve severing should be severed. If people can do wrong without punishment, who will still believe in the light?"
Meng Chuan spoke softly. Since kicking apart the Martial King Manor's gate, he had not taken a single step forward.
Not every place was worth setting foot in personally.
At least, the Martial King Manor was not worthy of it now.
"You killed the Martial King! If you attack us too, the Human Emperor won't let you go!" someone shouted in terror.
"You're provoking the Stone Kingdom!"
They were afraid. When the Martial King appeared, hope had risen in their hearts.
But that hope had been shattered without mercy in an