Although the people at the gate of the Commandery Governor's Manor had all left, two gatekeeping soldiers remained. The two were feeling anxious and uneasy when they heard this incredibly arrogant shout.
The two were initially overjoyed, thinking someone had finally come to support their Governor's Manor.
But upon hearing this title, they hesitated. They exchanged a glance, and the taller soldier asked, "Great Demon King? How come I've never heard of this name? Have you?"
The shorter soldier shook his head. "Never heard of it. But anyone who dares to shout so arrogantly must be one of our people, right? Should we open the door a crack to take a look?"
The taller soldier nodded. The two carefully pulled the main gate open a crack, only to see a short and small figure standing at the entrance.
Both of them were stunned. This... this was the Great Demon King? No, what did this have to do with 'Great'? With this physique, was this person even an adult?
The corners of Jiang Jin's mouth curled up slightly as she kicked the gate. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and open the door!"
Bang.
The door didn't budge an inch.
Jiang Jin: "..."
For some reason, it was a bit embarrassing. The foot she used to kick the door even hurt a little. This was only after she had changed into the military boots from her spatial dimension; otherwise, her foot would probably be crippled.
Seriously, what was the point of making such a thick and heavy door? Although she hadn't used her full strength, she had used at least fifty percent of it, alright?
Equally embarrassed were the gatekeeping soldiers. They closed the door a bit more, feeling that something was off and the situation was somewhat absurd.
However, before they could close the door, their bodies began to convulse.
Two breaths later, Jiang Jin finally withdrew her stun baton back into her space. It was quite advantageous that the two soldiers were leaning close together; she dealt with them in one go.
She pushed the door open forcefully. Just as she was about to walk in, she suddenly remembered something. She turned around and stored all the visible weapons into her space, deciding that once she entered the manor, she would collect any weapon she saw, no matter what it was.
At this moment, the horse behind her neighed twice.
Jiang Jin looked up at the mount she had just ridden. "Little Red, do you want to come with me?"
The pitch-black stallion: "..."
It couldn't understand why, when it was clearly completely black, she insisted on calling it Little Red. It snorted to express its dissatisfaction.
Jiang Jin nodded, indicating she understood its meaning. "Little Red, if you want to come with me, just wait here. I'll be right out."
The more horses, the better, naturally. The main reason was that she found this horse to be quite fast and highly intelligent.
Commandery Governor's Manor, Nixia Pavilion.
Jiao Zhu's face bore an expression of fear and resentment as she muttered to herself, "I don't believe it! Impossible, how could my father be dead?"
She suddenly looked up, her gaze ruthlessly turning to a maidservant nearby. "Have they returned yet?"
About half a quarter of an hour ago, she had received news saying her father, Jiao Liang, was gone. He had died in a bizarre manner, suspected to be divine punishment.
She had wanted to go to the council hall immediately to check, but the thought of divine punishment frightened her. If her father suffered divine punishment, what about her?
Back then, she had personally slashed the faces of those beautiful Han noblewomen in Liang City, stripped them naked, and hung them on the city tower for people to admire.
If the Jiao soldiers took a liking to any of them, they could pull them up and have their way with them right there, hanging them back up once they were done.
It was just a pity that these Han women were too delicate and weak. Most of them died after being hung for a few days. Since she had grown tired of playing with them anyway, she found another batch of Han people and switched to new ways to play...
Remembering this now, at least a hundred Han people had died by her hands. If her father received divine punishment, wouldn't she face the same fate?
The more she thought about it, the more she dared not leave her room. She only sent two maidservants out to check the situation.
The maidservant was startled by her gaze and hastily knelt down to reply, "No, not yet."
Furious, Jiao Zhu stepped forward and kicked her. "Trash! You useless trash! You can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you?"
Just then, screams and clamor came from outside. Jiao Zhu's heart skipped a beat. "Who? Who is outside?"
Before long, footsteps could be heard from the outer room. Listening to the approaching footsteps, Jiao Zhu instinctively took two steps back, an ominous premonition welling up in her heart.
A few breaths later, Yao Ji and Xie Nanxiao, both covered in blood and grime, emerged from behind the screen.
The two had killed their way here, slaying every Jiao person they encountered.
Smelling the thick stench of blood and looking at the two men who seemed to have crawled straight out of hell, Jiao Zhu took another step back. "It's... it's you! Did you kill my father?"
Yao Ji didn't waste his breath. Just as he was about to step forward and kill her, Xie Nanxiao said, "Leave her to me!"
His voice was very calm, but Yao Ji could hear his bone-piercing hatred.
Xie Nanxiao dragged his bloody blade forward a step, and Jiao Zhu retreated a step. She put up a fierce front but was cowardly inside. "You, don't come any closer! Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape! Our Governor's Manor has over a hundred guards!"
"Over a hundred guards?" Xie Nanxiao sneered. With a swing of his blade, blood sprayed out, and Jiao Zhu's left hand flew into the air.
"Ah..." Jiao Zhu screamed miserably.
Also screaming was the maidservant who had been kneeling on the floor. Splattered with blood, she was terrified out of her wits and scrambled to crawl and run outside.
A silver light flashed, and the maidservant's head was separated from her body.
Yao Ji retracted his blade expressionlessly, but his hand was trembling continuously. A lot of blood had already seeped from his collarbone, yet he didn't utter a single sound, as if he couldn't feel the pain.
Xie Nanxiao brought his blade down again, forcefully chopping Jiao Zhu's right hand into two pieces. "This is a cut for my mother!"
"This is a cut for my older sister!" Jiao Zhu's left calf was severed.
"This is returning the favor for my three younger sisters!"
"This is a cut for the Yao family!"
"This is a cut for the Luo family!"
"This is a cut for the Chen family!"
With every cut, Xie Nanxiao shouted a sentence. Every sentence represented human lives; every sentence was filled with blood and tears!
Jiao Zhu's four limbs were severed, and she suffered several cuts on her body. The terror and excruciating pain caused her entire body to convulse, leaving only shrill, miserable howls escaping her mouth.
Xie Nanxiao raised the blade in his hand and viciously chopped off her head. "This is for all the fallen soldiers and civilians of Liang City."
He panted heavily. When he looked up again, his face was already covered in tears.
Yao Ji's chest also felt stifled. Even though it had been more than two months since those bloody and tragic days, every time he thought of them, all he could see was the bright red that stained Liang City.
He had thought he was going to die too, but unexpectedly, he survived. He lived to enter the Governor's Manor and kill these enemies.
"Let's go. We don't have much time left," he whispered.
Xie Nanxiao wiped his eyes. "Let's go."
