"Kill!"
The roars, screams, clashing of weapons, and the tearing sound of blades slicing through flesh echoed back and forth on the walls of Qing'an County City, stimulating everyone's ears.
Whether it was the rogues storming the walls or the soldiers defending them, all were engulfed in a frenzied melee.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, several bandits flew out like kites with broken strings, spurting blood from their mouths.
The one who sent them flying was Ye Xiangming, the County Magistrate, wielding a Kanglong Mace as thick as a child's arm, covered in blood so much that it was impossible to distinguish whether it belonged to the enemy or himself.
Suddenly, a lithe shadow silently darted behind Ye Xiangming, a dagger in hand, striking lightning-fast at his vulnerable lower back.
