"Do not speak as though you weren't forewarned!"
Xiao Yi's voice echoed across the entire main city's skies, resoundingly penetrating into the depths of everyone's soul.
Outside the vast Lord's Mansion, on the wide streets, there were heaps of corpses.
Piled up into mountains.
Among the mountainous piles of skeletons, a terrifying Evil Qi congealed, causing the temperature throughout the entire main city to drop significantly. A million-strong army, including over a thousand warriors from the Nirvana Realm, all perished under Xiao Yi's sword, with not a single survivor.
Such a scene...
Had already been branded into the soul of every survivor.
That figure standing aloft in the air, clutching a longsword with wild black hair dancing about, would be indelibly etched in the hearts of generations to come from the Sword King Province.
As long as Xiao Yi was still around,
There would definitely be no one in the Sword King Province with any heart of rebellion.
