The Thousand Blades Gang headquarters.
A large contingent of soldiers in fine armor arrived, bristling with murderous intent, and surrounded the place. The atmosphere was grim.
Scouts from various factions were already milling around the outskirts, hoping to obtain more reliable information.
But with the soldiers encircling the premises, they dared not approach too closely and could only watch from afar.
"Even the General's Mansion couldn't make the Thousand Blades Gang disappear without a trace inside Martial Might Commandery City, could it?"
"Could the Thousand Blades Gang have received some shocking news and pulled out of Martial Might Commandery City altogether?"
"Probably not... they were still going after the Sunflame Daoist Grounds two days ago."
"This is really strange..."
The scouts exchanged information, but ultimately failed to reach any conclusion.
The situation was far too bizarre.
Clop, clop, clop...
Just then, a rapid clatter of iron-shod hooves came from a distant street.
At the sound, the scouts turned deathly pale and scrambled to either side, terrified of blocking the way.
A few breaths later.
Several dozen cavalrymen charged into the street.
They were clad from head to toe in black armor, wearing eagle helmets and carrying long black polearms. Their eyes were cold and savage.
These were the Flying Eagle Guard, the finest soldiers under the General's Mansion in Martial Might Commandery City.
Though they numbered only a few dozen, every one of them was a cultivator-a hardened frontier soldier who had grown through relentless battles against bizarre horrors and evil spirits after the heavenly calamity. Their strength was terrifying.
The scouts did not even dare raise their heads.
Someone had once glanced at a member of the Flying Eagle Guard on the road. Taking it as a provocation, the guard had speared him to death in the street.
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