The temple's flames blazed fiercely, mingled with tung oil, surging and roaring like a fire dragon as they devoured everything in the temple with world-destroying fury.
Luo Gu watched helplessly as his wife dissolved into drifting points of light in midair. He roared and reached forward, seemingly trying to catch those scattering lights, and the flames behind him engulfed him in an instant!
The greatest image had no form.
The greatest sound was scarcely heard.
Unshuang City fell utterly silent. Looking up, the azure firmament remained as blue and clear as crystal; looking down, the temple's flames had yet to die, and the blood scattered across the ground remained brilliantly vivid.
Only the dazzling, scattered light slowly faded. Only the red-and-blue sword of light that had pierced through the Chanyu's body remained lodged in his chest, before bursting thunderously apart and reducing him to bloody pulp!
Retreat!
The Xianbei soldiers all involuntarily backed away.
Once the first person moved, a frantic retreat followed, a rout. Men shouted, horses neighed, wind howled, people roared, hooves pounded, screams rang out, and bodies jostled. Every sound mingled together-endless panic, fear of the unknown.
Almost every Xianbei surged and shoved to escape Unshuang City. Seeing that the Chanyu had actually died, the Xianbei nobles were even more horrified and led their own soldiers out of Unshuang City to regroup.
Though the Chanyu was dead, the overall situation in the Western Regions was settled. This rainbow light had come west and killed only the Chanyu. They would withdraw from the city first and plan their next move. Men died for wealth as birds died for food; even a sword transformed into a rainbow could not stop the fertile Western Regions from tempting every Xianbei noble.
The Luo Clan members in Winter City who had witnessed