"Hahaha, dying at your hands, no shame, no shame hahaha..." Ma Da Gong laughed as he spat blood, looking at the pool of blood rapidly accumulating on the ground, shocking to behold.
Xiao Changyi did not say a word, nor did he look back at Ma Da Gong. He simply drew the longsword cleanly.
As the longsword was withdrawn, Ma Da Gong fell backward as if he had lost his support, dropping from the city wall and then heavily hitting the ground below the city tower.
If anyone checked, they would find that the face of Ma Da Gong, who had already stopped breathing, still held a smile.
Xiao Changyi did not turn back, but walked to the edge of the city wall, standing on it, holding the blood-dripping longsword, and coldly overlooking the Chilin soldiers still fighting against Xiyun inside the city, commanding in a voice that could shake mountains and rivers, "Your commander is dead, why do you not surrender quickly!"
