No one could get near him. The greatsword in Xiang Minghou's hand was like a scythe from hell, reaping heads as if they were chives.
A god of slaughter. The fiery rage of death and his composed killing intent were enough to strike terror into anyone who met his gaze.
"Xiang Minghou, you need to calm down."
No one dared approach, able only to try and placate him.
Xiang Minghou brandished his greatsword and pulled on his reins, guiding his horse toward the Imperial Study. The Jinyiwei surrounded him in a circle, continuously backing away.
The warhorse's iron hooves clattered loudly on the green flagstones.
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP. Each step felt like it was trampling on everyone's hearts.
With every step the horse took, their tension mounted.
The Beili Emperor, alerted by the disturbance, arrived to find a scene on the brink of explosion. The ground Xiang Minghou had crossed was strewn with bodies.
"What audacity, Xiang Minghou!" the Emperor roared.
