Rumble-
After a string of thunderous explosions, the ice field fell deathly silent.
The Hua household's convoy, which had been retreating, also stopped. More than thirty guards stared dumbfounded at the streak of scarlet on the ice, their eyes full of horror.
Inside the carriage, Hua Junchen no longer urged the guards to flee. With the other man's skills, even if they were given a ten-li head start, those doomed to die would still die. Running had become utterly meaningless.
In the past, martial artists of the Southern and Northern Dynasties had all called Ye Jingtang Night Great Yama. Hua Junchen had assumed it came from his position as commander of the Black Bureau, fitting neatly alongside Ox-Head Horse-Face and the others-a disparaging nickname.
Only now did he understand that the Black Bureau Six Fiends were counterfeit ghost wardens, while the black-robed man in the distance was the real King of Hell. Thirty-one men had been torn apart in the blink of an eye, with only Shi Daoyu left with an intact corpse. Perhaps even the real King of Hell was not this savage.
Hua Junchen instinctively touched his neck. All he could feel now was relief that he had fathered such a good daughter.
If his daughter had not held him back, and he really had gone over to jump back and forth between sides, he would have been dismembered whether he was thirty zhang away or even a whole li. Perhaps only after finishing the slaughter would Night Yama have wondered, Huh? Why is there an extra head...?
Hua Qingzhi sat by the carriage window, her red lips likewise slightly parted in astonishment. Although she had witnessed Young Master Ye's extraordinary martial arts, she truly had not expected Ye Jingtang to kill so decisively. Her vision had merely