"Such ferocious sword qi."
In Luqiao County, as Chen Ping stood in front of the county government office, he looked around and saw countless corpses lying everywhere, near and far.
There were men and women, young and old.
There were chickens and dogs, cows and sheep.
Some were driving ox carts, while others were carrying vegetable baskets.
The majority still had smiles on their faces, genuine expressions of joy, now forever frozen in their final moments.
When disaster struck, it seemed these people did not even have the chance to respond.
Chen Ping reached out and caught a wisp of lingering dark sword qi from the air, holding it firmly in his palm, silently sensing it, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"Do I have it easy? This world, a government office, a county, arduously conquered just so these ordinary citizens could have enough to eat and wear, live a slightly better life. I've nearly gone bald from the effort, expending countless thoughts.
