「Seven days later.」
The night was deceptive. A supernatural snow fell, spreading chaos across the world. In the faint echoes, one could hear ancient, rustling whispers.
The grand mansion was brightly lit.
Squads of soldiers, brimming with an aura of slaughter, wrapped themselves tightly in cloaks as they patrolled the surroundings. Their gazes, when turned towards the mansion, unconsciously carried a hint of reverence.
Ever since witnessing the Mighty Power of a high-ranking cultivator summoning thousands of thunderbolts to slay the rebellious Golden Decree Divine Spirit, the news had spread, and this Personal Guard was immediately awed. Their tense nerves relaxed somewhat, and smiles even appeared on their faces.
High-ranking cultivators have always been rare, and the Rebel Army is weak, with only two high-ranking figures, the Heaven-Pacifying Saint and Grand General Hu Wei, which is far from enough.
