The ground was littered with corpses, emitting a foul stench as the walls on either side were stained red with blood. Everyone was stunned by the sudden loss of so many lives.1

Tian Qisha’s chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, each exhale producing a white mist from his mouth.0

“Dead, they’re all dead!” Wan Rongzhe's hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman. He no longer resembled the patriarch he once was, having just witnessed the death of his kin and being powerless to stop it.1

Xue Yang radiated a murderous aura but remained eerily calm, knowing that this was not the time to lose his temper. As long as he could kill Xu Yilin, he could also destroy the Xu Clan.0

The fate of the Wan and Tian Clans didn’t matter, as the Xue Clan could always support another clan in Azure Billow City. Countless smaller clans were waiting for their chance to rise to power.0

Qi Enshi’s hands were hidden in his sleeves, concealing their trembling. He could no longer maintain his composure after so many people died.0

In the True Martial Continent, the law of the jungle prevailed, with the strong preying on the weak. But the Great Yan Dynasty wouldn’t interfere in the disputes between clans as long as they didn’t take...0