More than three thousand Jinyi Guards were pierced through by saber energy—some cut in half at the waist, some nailed to the city walls. Blood flowed along the winding track of the ice dragon, gathering on the ground into scarlet streams.
The remaining more than twenty thousand Jinyi Guards scattered like startled birds and beasts, tumbling and crawling away in terror.
Shi Feiyang stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his robes snapping in the wind, beneath his feet piled limbs and broken arms like a hill.
He swept his gaze over the surviving Jinyi Guards, his voice cold as Profound Ice: "Those who dare lay hands on the Heroic Sakura Association—no matter how far, they must be slain!"
A raging wind lifted his long hair, the distant neighing of warhorses carried over, yet no one dared take another step forward.
The snow was still falling, yet it could no longer whiten this blood-soaked earth.
