A flash of Sword Light, and the guards' throats were all slit. They fell to the ground, blood flowing copiously enough to float shields. No one could stop Hong Yuan anymore.
And as Hong Yuan passed their bodies, they all turned into pools of grey mist, leaving no bones behind. Waste is shameful!
「...」
"Assassin, there's an assassin!"
"Quick, someone come! No, spare me, please!"
With Hong Yuan's undisguised assassination, the courtyard instantly descended into chaos.
Screams of panic, pleas for mercy, shrieks... All manner of reactions erupted from the crowd.
But Hong Yuan still swung his blood-red longsword expressionlessly, killing all he encountered and letting the sword drink its fill of fresh blood.
Guards, dead.
Kinsmen, dead.
Cats and dogs, also dead!
Wherever Hong Yuan passed, not even a blade of grass remained; it was as if a murderous demon had descended upon the world.
Yet, strangely, Hong Yuan's robes remained immaculate, without a single speck of blood.
