The Golden Horned Flood Dragon hovered in midair, devouring death energy.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Fang Che sighed, "Even though we know the outcome, let's check it out."
Xue Wanren clapped his palms together, and with a boom, a Heaven Splitting Palm landed on the vermilion gate.
With a boom, the gate shattered open.
Behind the door, two bodies like wooden stakes fell down, still maintaining their standing posture from life, holding spears in their hands.
Walking through the place, it was a shocking sight.
Inside Qingyun Manor, corpses were everywhere.
Everyone maintained their posture as if they were doing something before death, dying on the spot.
A woman doing laundry had her hands in the basin, already breathless.
A chef cooking held onto a spoon, fallen to the ground.
Everyone looked peaceful.
As if they all passed away together peacefully.
