When Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue arrived with the Imperial Guards and soldiers, what they saw was this bloody scene. The village chief had already died, chopped into pieces; two other young men, though still alive, had their bodies mutilated, with severed limbs scattered on the ground. They were still crying and begging for mercy, but Zhuiying showed no intention of sparing them.
He meticulously sliced off their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, leaving them to cry in excruciating pain, rapidly disfiguring them further.
"Xiao Yu, make him stop!"
Chu Yihan yelled in a low voice.
This was on the streets of Jiang Du City, where such indiscriminate killing could not be tolerated in his presence.
Holding the person in his arms, Xiao Yu had already stopped listening or paying attention to the chaos outside, "Yan'er, whether in life or death, we will always be together."
Even if she could not survive, he would not let her face fear alone.
"Brother Yu, Ningning…"
