The setting sun was blood-red, the evening breeze desolate.
The foot of Mang Mountain had become a hellish killing ground, strewn with severed limbs and nearly seven thousand piled corpses.
A figure in blood-soaked robes was still slaughtering.
Not a trace of purple remained visible on him. His entire body was drenched in blood.
Layer upon layer of palm strikes surged from him, trapping dozens of black-robed death warriors within their encirclement and smashing their skulls one by one.
Only when night fell did heaven and earth slowly return to silence.
In truth, the sunlight had long since vanished, yet the ninety thousand martial artists could distinctly feel a blazing sun in the heavens!
Amid the boundless sea of corpses, the blood-robed figure slowly approached Jiang Wuyuan. He quietly regarded the dying old man and said evenly:
"It's over."
Suddenly.
Xu Jingchun dropped his bloodstained Embroidered Spring Saber and, before the eyes of the multitude, bowed with his hands clasped:
"This subordinate pays his respects to Jia Commanding Commissioner!"
For an instant, the scene seemed frozen.
Scholar Twin Whips, Iron Palm, Drunkard, and the others were drenched in blood. Overwhelmed with excitement, they bowed to the ground:
"This subordinate pays his respects to Jia Commanding Commissioner!"
Immediately afterward, every member of the Kirin Office Embroidered Uniform Guard knelt and pledged allegiance, their voices shaking the clouds.
The Vermilion Bird Office followed closely. Within two breaths, countless guards had fallen to their knees, their voices rolling like thunder and piercing the heavens:
"This subordinate bows before Jia Commanding Commissioner!"
Their cries roared like mountains and seas, each wave drowning out the last.
Only Qin Zhong and several hundred others remained standing, as though still awaiting a miracle.
But within a radius of two li, tens of thousands of guards were bowing