Wu Tian called for the War God and his men to stop.
They were terrified. Many had already wet themselves in fright. They had all just witnessed King Xiuyuan's end. If even a man like him could die so wretchedly, what chance did they have?
King Xiuyuan had been sliced into countless pieces, his agonizing screams echoing throughout the royal city, frightening even the most fretful children into silence. On the ground, the king's corpse was utterly dismembered—a horrific sight that would make even a seasoned Executioner want to vomit.
Scarlet blood streamed through the royal city, flowing from high ground to low until it converged into a veritable river. The scene was gruesome to the extreme. In an instant, the color drained from every face.
The War God and his followers were at a complete loss. They knew that to continue down this path was to walk to their deaths. The very thought of death sent a chill down their spines, making them tremble.
