With Xu Shenzhi's final compromise—handing over the incredibly precious strand of Innate Spiritual Qi—the sounds of slaughter within the Huang Family Mansion began to die down.
The Huang Family's forces had already been stretched thin against the hundreds of wolf-like soldiers from the Military Preparation Camp.
With the successive deaths of their mainstays, the grand-uncle and Elder Huang Ke, the Huang Family's remaining will to resist flickered out like a candle in the wind.
The massacre had begun.
Though Patriarch Huang Dongchun still clung to a sliver of life, both his arms were ruined. Gravely wounded and near death, he lay paralyzed on the ground, a broken man forced to watch as his century-old lineage was mercilessly butchered. His eyes were etched with despair and regret.
In just a quarter of an hour, the war cries inside the Huang Family Mansion had grown sparse, replaced by the scattered moans of the dying and the nauseating, heavy stench of blood hanging in the air.
