A quarter of an hour later, Chu Zhiyuan drifted back to the city gate.
Ding Huanchun and the others hurried forward to greet him.
Chu Zhiyuan was calm and composed, as though he had just returned from a spring outing. Smiling, he said, "I'll trouble you all to go clean things up and put the scene in order, lest it frighten people."
"Sir, how many did you kill?" Ding Huanchun asked with a hurried smile.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "I killed them all."
Ding Huanchun's eyes widened.
The other City Guards likewise widened their eyes, staring at him in disbelief.
Those fiends were extraordinarily skilled at fleeing for their lives. Their lightness skills were exceptional, and they were exceedingly cunning, scattering in all directions to escape.
No matter how good Chu Zhiyuan's lightness skill was, he could not split himself apart. It was almost impossible for him to have killed all those fiends.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "There may have been a few fish that slipped through the net."
"To have killed so many is already exceedingly rare," Ding Huanchun said hastily. "If not for you this time, sir, we truly would have..."
Chu Zhiyuan waved a hand. "I never expected a Ninth Turn Venerable to be dispatched... What exactly was that man's identity? Why did he intervene?"
Ding Huanchun gave a bitter smile. "I do not recognize that fiend either. For fiends with such cultivation, I fear anyone who has seen them is already dead."
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.
That was true. Given the way these fiends acted, they would never be merciful, nor would they spare someone simply because they were weak.
Ding Huanchun summoned a City Guard and told him to find more City Guards within the city.
As the general guarding the gate, he could not freely increase