The fighting ended just as the sun set.
Only when the last thread of sunlight vanished from the sky did Ji Qianqian, Lu Luanli, Feng San, and the others return to the Sun-Bathing Divine Vessel, one after another.
For one thing, they could kill no more; for another, they could hardly find anyone left.
After four hours of bloody slaughter, most of their enemies had scattered. Some had retreated toward Wang'an City, while others had hidden among the mountains and wilderness.
By then, at least three thousand Embroidery Guard corpses lay within a two-hundred-li radius around the battlefield, along with more than four thousand palace experts.
Lu Chen hated the Inner Palace Direct Hall Directorate and the Inner Palace Imperial Stables Directorate even more than the Embroidery Guard. She had almost exclusively targeted those palace experts with her saber, her methods brutal and utterly merciless.
The forces Xiao Hongchen and Zhu Mingyue had dispatched were the cream of the elite within the Embroidery Guard and the palace. Not one was below Sixth Grade.
Besides them, quite a few Imperial Guard officers had also died beneath their weapons.
Chu Xisheng paid no attention to ordinary Imperial Guard soldiers and had not slaughtered them indiscriminately. But whenever he spotted an officer of Fifth Grade or higher, he struck to kill.
When Ji Qianqian traveled through the air and landed on the Sun-Bathing Divine Vessel, she saw Chu Xisheng sitting at the edge of the deck, coughing up blood over the side.
Before the blood reached the ground, it ignited in midair, turning into black dust that scattered on the wind.
Chu Xisheng was tending to his injuries, forcing the lingering Martial Intent out of his body.
Emperor Jianyuan had scarcely injured him throughout the fight, but that God-Slaying Ultimate Move, Heavenly Justice