Thinking that because of him, his family had nearly been plunged into eternal damnation, Zhang Xiaohua could not help but fly into a rage.
He had merely taken the little gold nugget Nie Qianyu had given him, exchanged it for loose silver, and used it to pay for sending a letter home—yet it had caused such disaster. Then... would those who already possessed some wealth and had caught the eye of West Cui Mountain—not some "Flag Master"—not be even more pitiful?
Afterward, Zhang Xiaohua questioned them closely about their Flag Master's whereabouts. Without lingering, he did as he had last time, tossing everything from the Secret Chamber inside the mountain stronghold into his belt. Then he rose into the air, first activating the restrictions he had laid down earlier so that not a single bandit in the West Cui Mountain stronghold could escape. Immediately afterward, he flung down every jade talisman in his hand!
At once, a fiery purgatory descended upon the mortal world!!!
Under Zhang Xiaohua's control, the flames burned ever more fiercely, setting everything ablaze!
The bandits, who had initially remained calm, scattered in flight once they saw the situation was beyond salvation.
The area around the stronghold had long since been sealed by Zhang Xiaohua's restrictions. No one could take even a single step out!
In an instant, the entire stronghold dissolved into chaos!
Heart-rending cries, deathbed confessions, and pleas for mercy came wave after wave into Zhang Xiaohua's mind. Again and again, he stretched out his hand, wanting to withdraw the restrictions around the stronghold. But whenever he saw the more than one hundred corpses on the wooden racks before the gates—unarmed and utterly incapable of resisting—his hand stopped once more!
Killing was certainly not the best solution, but if killing some could save more, then