Rivers of blood flowed, and the ground was dyed crimson by fresh blood.
Countless black-armored cavalry assembled in an orderly fashion and charged toward the large number of yellow-turbaned strongmen defending the temple gates.
One by one, young soldiers fell to the ground, crushed into a bloody pulp—perhaps this was already another kind of "blood sacrifice."
"General Zhao, you... You lead the troops to besiege the Taoist Temple, what is your intention!" Emperor Li Hao, witnessing the defeat of the Imperial Guard like a landslide, yelled in despair.
"Xun Xiang, I respect you like my own father, only wishing to preserve the good name of a lord and his subjects. To think that you... plotting treachery and rebellion! Do you wish to use the lives of men as a blood sacrifice to the West King?"
If he could, he would even want to point his finger directly at Prime Minister Xun's face.
