Killed by his own father, Zhong Zehui was filled with boundless resentment. Or perhaps it was because his years on the battlefield had left him steeped in a heavy aura of slaughter.
After dying of poison, he immediately rose as a corpse, becoming a vicious ghost that had crawled up from hell. He charged straight out of the tent and plunged into the chaos.
He made no distinction between friend and foe, killing everyone he saw.
He looked toward Zhong Shenglu, his eyes blazing with a terrifying green light.
"Chancellor, this..." The trusted aide beside him was so frightened by the sight that he could barely speak.
Zhong Shenglu's face darkened. "Weren't you certain he ate the poisoned food?!"
"I'm certain. I saw it with my own eyes," the aide said in terror.
"Heh, then he's already dead!" Zhong Shenglu's expression turned sinister. "It seems we'll need another way to suppress him."
"Go fetch the Imperial Preceptor!"
The aide immediately cupped his hands. "I'll go at once!"
Zhong Zehui had already been the Mighty General whose very name struck terror into enemy troops. After becoming a vicious ghost, he was even more unstoppable. The black nails that grew from his fingers let him tear people apart with his bare hands, and his movements were even swifter.
Before long, no one around him remained alive.
The rest scattered in all directions.
Mutilated corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed everywhere, turning the once-yellow soil a dark red.
The scene was unbearable to look at. Even Jian Ran was shaken by it, yet Zhong Shenglu sat calmly on his warhorse, watching everything with cold eyes and not the slightest flicker of emotion.
Perhaps Zhong Zehui, too, was enraged by this cruel indifference. As he tore apart the last person beside him, his