The solemn palace was the holiest pace to holy spirits and ancestor souls. But now, it had become a slaughterhouse. Over a hundred holy spirits were slaughtered, and countless maids, servants, and guards fell on the ground under the blades of those Jia Clan warriors while wailing. Jia Clan warriors were naturally violent and brutal, and these vulnerable ordinarily local people were simply beheaded by them.

Heads rolled all over the ground with blood flowing in streams. Streams of blood mixed together and formed brooks. Brooks of blood mixed into small rivers, then small rivers of blood mixed into waterfalls, flowing down through the edge of the plaza into the spot between Pan Xi’s eyebrows.

Jia Clan warriors laughed delightfully while easily and carelessly waving the weapons held in their hands. Large streams of blood were sent by heavy weapons, leaving sharp arcs in the air along with the moves of those Jia Clan warriors, then splashed on the ground, walls, and pillars, followed