Zhu Yan Manor is beautiful, even though deep autumn has arrived, flowers here still bloom in profusion.
Hot spring water from the mountain is channeled into the manor, steaming warmly, and momentarily, a mist envelops everything, making it seem like a fairyland.
Compared to Yuzhu Villa, it would be an understatement to say one is in the heavens and the other is underground.
But at this moment, the beauty of this fairy-like place is shattered.
"Old Demon Duan is here!"
"Fall back!"
"Man the crossbows!"
With a loud bang, a tiled corridor was sliced apart by a swirl of Sword Qi.
Following that, the bodies of two members from the Zhu Family were also torn apart.
Fresh corpses floated in the hot spring water, staining it with a swath of crimson.
Amidst the rising dust, Duan Yun, sword in his right hand, lifting a human head with his left, approached.
Under the enhancement of the Beiming Divine Skill, the face of the head he held had become blurred.
