"Ah... it's finally over." Zhentian grunted, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
He quickly ordered the outer disciples to storm the fortress and rescue the hostages being held in its dungeons.
There were over two thousand people in total, ranging from wealthy merchants to ordinary civilians who just wanted to go home.
Many women showed signs of violence and had vacant stares.
Those damned pigs didn't care about age, turning their lives into hell on earth.
Seeing that, Qingyi was quite glad he hadn't let those last bastards escape.
They didn't deserve to run away.
They didn't deserve mercy.
A man could steal and still deserve to live. Perhaps his theft was to save a life, perhaps to avoid starvation.
But the moment that thief picks up a weapon, the moment he places gold above human life, he no longer deserves mercy, for he has already shown that his humanity is lost.
