A biting wind cut through the June air.
Atop the high, thick walls of Cloud Heaven City, Yun Haitian, the ruler of a nation, wasn't the only one who felt a deathly chill that made him tremble.
The ordinary soldiers and officers felt it too—an icy dread gripping their hearts.
Gone was their earlier bravado.
When General Long had been here, they had been full of confidence, eager to humiliate these visitors from the Purple Sun Sect.
Perhaps even kill one or two of them.
To finally vent their frustrations.
Why did these so-called Martial Cultivators get to be so high and mighty, looking down on them, the people of the mortal world?
But…
In the blink of an eye, Yang Xiao killed him.
He had killed the Dragon Gate Grand General, the Capital Guardian Marquis.
A figure renowned throughout the entire Celestial Cloud Kingdom.
By this point, the lower-ranking soldiers were already starting to panic.
But the mid- and high-ranking officers were not.
