"A Martial Artist?"
The dozen or so fleeing people instantly deduced Ye Xiu's identity. He had slain dozens of zombies in the blink of an eye and, with a long sword in hand, was clearly a Martial Artist.
"Um, did the King send you to help us?" a middle-aged man asked timidly.
"No," Ye Xiu said, shaking his head coldly. "The very executioners who slaughtered the people of Seven-Star Island were sent by the three Judicator Families."
"What?"
The faces of the dozen or so people turned pale.
"Why? We are all citizens of the Eternal Kingdom. Why would the three Judicator Families send people to kill us?" the middle-aged man questioned.
He didn't believe Ye Xiu's words, and neither did the others. For generations, their ancestors had worshipped the three Judicator Families as gods. How could their gods possibly kill their own believers and subjects?
