Inside the Zhao Residence.
An eerie, ghostly aura pervaded the area while fierce sword qi crisscrossed the grounds. The sounds of battle were earth-shattering, their power immense.
Outside the Zhao Residence.
It was utterly quiet, without a soul in sight.
After all, since the Zhao Residence was destroyed, all civilian dwellings within a radius of hundreds of meters had been used in a blood sacrifice, terrifying all of Maple City. Many of the common folk who had once lived nearby had narrowly escaped with their lives; they dared not linger and had temporarily moved away. Even sleeping on the streets elsewhere was safer than staying near the Zhao Residence.
Within the gloomy, ghostly mist, a figure slowly emerged. Cloaked in black, he radiated a chilling demeanor.
