The five of them all bled from their seven orifices.
It seed that before being hanged, they had all been tortured.
Han Dong looked over at Little Huowa, and saw that both of Little Huowa’s hands were covered in blood, his fingernails all ripped out, the bones in his fingers clearly visible, his head slumped as he hung from the city tower, his small body swaying gently in the wind, rocking back and forth.
"Hello, Commander Han."
"Don’t call Commander Han, call Aunt."
"Auntie, when I grow up I want to be a Taro too."
"Why is that?"
"My dad says Taro gets to drink wine every day."
"Then don’t be a Taro, be a Captain instead. If you’re a Captain, not only can you drink wine, you’ll have pickled vegetables and tofu in hotpot too."
"Auntie, I want to be a Taro too."
"It’s Prison Chief, not Taro! Aunt, I’m the eldest, I want to be Prison Chief too. No, I want to be a Captain, like Uncle Jiang, cooking pickled vegetables and tofu every day."
Han Dong recalled in her mind how Uncle Huo’s whole family had been imprisoned with her in the Imperial City, all those days passing the ti together, all the things that happened between them.
In just a year or two, Han Dong had co to treat Uncle Huo’s children as her own niece and nephew; now, seeing them strung up alongside Uncle Huo and Aunt Huo on the city tower, and knowing they were all tortured before death...
Even Little Huowa had his nails ripped out, the flesh scraped off his fingers; Han Dong’s Qi Blood surged uncontrollably, her eyes turning a bloody red.
Erald green scale armor appeared on her wrist.
That was a magic imparted to her by the Cyan Snake King.
At such monts, it could cover her body with a layer of the Cyan Snake Demon’s defensive scale armor, transforming her Qi Blood into Demon Cold Power.
Many have said that the cultivation thods of the Human Race and the Demon Race are incompatible.
Yet the cultivation thod taught by the Cyan Snake King to Han Dong seed to have similarities with that of the Cyan Snake Demon clan’s magic sect.
"Ah!"
The people nearby were startled by Han Dong.
They felt that Han Dong’s whole aura was chilling and cold.
The scale armor on her wrist flickered in and out of view, like she was possessed—sinister and frightening.
"Dong’Er."
A hand landed on Han Dong’s shoulder.
It was Prince Xiao Ran.
Now, Xiao Ran was a powerhouse at the Innate Elental Realm.
Today Jiang Feng rampaged through the skies above Dragon Capital, slaughtering a large number of Divine Sect disciples, thwarting the Royal Family’s experts, even shooting arrow shadows into the Imperial City and causing trouble for Yun Gui Sect’s Dharma King, alarming everyone in Dragon Capital.
Everyone knew the Emperor would surely retaliate.
Xiao Ran had been keeping close watch.
He worried the Emperor would vent his anger on Han Dong.
Fortunately, Han Dong had the Cyan Snake King’s protection, and escaped unhard in the end.
But Uncle Huo’s family was not so lucky—Xiao Ran found out that they were dragged out of an underground passage by experts of the Imperial City.
He could easily guess that Uncle Huo’s family hid in the underground passage with Han Dong’s help.
Pity the Cyan Snake King would not risk himself for Uncle Huo’s family and clash with the Emperor again; Han Dong thought stashing them underground would keep them safe.
Who would have guessed that was too naive.
Not only Uncle Huo’s family—even Han Dong herself, in the eyes of the Emperor and the Cyan Snake King, was just soone to sacrifice at any mont.
As an observer, Xiao Ran saw all this very clearly.
Han Dong’s eyes were blood-red; seeing Xiao Ran, the erald scale armor on her wrist gradually faded, and her gaze settled on another familiar figure in the crowd.
It was her father, Han Tieshan.
Han Dong felt drained of all strength.
She thought of Jiang Feng’s level of cultivation—even he couldn’t resist Imperial Authority, forced to hide and flee, so what could she do, especially with her own family to protect?
She took a deep breath.
Lost and broken, she left the crowd, returning to Zhenbei Prison.
She was dazed.
She didn’t know whether to bla the Emperor for his cold-blooded slaughter or Jiang Feng for stirring up trouble and getting Uncle Huo’s whole family killed—if he could kill so many Divine Sect disciples, why didn’t he spirit Uncle Huo’s family out of Dragon Capital?
Was he still the person she once knew?
...
Jiang Feng made a detour from the north, rushing south.
He was planning to ambush and kill the Saintess mid-way.
At this mont, he still didn’t know about Uncle Huo’s family being hanged at the North City Gate because of him.
They had been tortured right before death.
He was travelling under the guise of a loose cultivator, heading straight toward the Divine Sect.
Running and running, Jiang Feng felt his chest tighten, forced to stop and take a rest.
He checked his status panel first.
Na: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 1,537,791
Cultivation Technique: Yangchun Technique (Great Perfection)
Skills: Fla Saber (Mastery ), Wind Control (Mastery ), Five Elents Array (Beginner ), Sword Control Technique (Beginner ), Thousand Faces (Perfection ), Mysterious Nether Spear Technique (Great Success)
Realm: Qi Condensation (Eighth Layer)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng fought his way out from the encirclent of a group of Martial Cultivators, avoiding being hunted by a host of Royal Family experts, and finally escaped Dragon Capital, detoured north to enter the south, his fortune points continually rising.
Now, from zero, it had climbed to more than 1.5 million.
While delighted, Jiang Feng also felt a chill of fear.
His knowledge of the Royal Family had always been lacking, but judging from the change in his fortune points, in Dragon Capital, the danger brought by the Royal Family was clearly far greater than that of the Divine Sect.
It made sense—a Royal Family able to cooperate with the Cyan Snake Demon clan, to dig out a complex underground passage beneath Dragon Capital, was clearly acting behind the Divine Sect’s back.
Even the Yun Gui Sect’s Dharma King now served the Emperor of the Great Tang.
The Royal Family’s resources were clearly far deeper than he’d imagined.
Jiang Feng was dying to know: just how strong was the Emperor of the Great Tang, Li Yang?
Could he, wielding the Dragon Bone Bow, gain the upper hand against him?
Judging from the fortune points, Jiang Feng reckoned that escaping from Dragon Capital ant dodging a major threat, and that now, coming here to ambush the Saintess, there ought to be no dangers ahead.
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