The piercing cold wind swept across White Stone Bridge, stirring an array of unknown birds in the surrounding forest, accompanied by the cries of wild beasts.
As Zhao Douan spoke, the smile on his face vanished, his Divine Sense from the Worldly Realm radiating in all directions, facing a group of mediocre soldiers; using a flying knife was already enough.
"Poof!"
A dark golden stream of light flickered across everyone's eyes, then a thin red line appeared on the officer's neck. Scalding blood gushed out uncontrollably, the once arrogant rebel officer stared, eyes wide in disbelief. He felt as if his energy was suddenly drained, causing him to lose balance, tumbling backward onto the snowy ground, his body convulsing.
"Ah!" Nearby rebel soldiers instinctively exclaimed, yet before they could react, they saw their companions collapse one by one like straw.
The dark golden flying knife drew slender golden lines, quickly swirling around the crowd, leaving behind a field of corpses.
