Utterly tragic.
"My Lord."
"All incoming assassins, not a single one alive." Zhang Ming reported to Zhao Feng.
"Order to seal Xianyang City, without my or my father's decree, no one is allowed to enter or exit." Zhao Feng slowly spoke.
"Understood." Zhang Ming nodded immediately.
This assassination attempt failed, the organizers within Xianyang City must be ready to respond, and surely they want to relocate their people, even kill to silence. Zhao Feng certainly will not give them the chance.
"My Lord, should the bodies of these assassins be buried on the spot, or handed over to the Prefecture Soldiers for postmortem handling?" Zhang Ming asked, observing the surrounding assassin corpses.
Zhao Feng glanced around.
He raised his hand and drew the Longquan Sword.
Slashed forward towards the open ground with one stroke.
An instant hundred-foot sword light appeared, cutting into the earth.
A thunderous rumble.
