Cries and cries for help echoed in the crowd. Mercenaries armed with swords and knives entered the crowd and carefully selected. Soon, dozens of young women were picked out and dragged out by a group of mercenaries.
"Let go of my daughter! Let go of my daughter! "
The old father's eyes were bloodshot. His palms were covered in crisscrossed cuts, the result of long periods of casting nets. Every cut was filled with pain, as well as the heavy harvest of the nets. Fishermen knew how to be grateful to the sea, but they didn't understand how terrifying the desires of animals could be.
"Scram!"
A mercenary walked up and kicked the father to the ground.
The mercenary captain raised his warblade and walked up, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. His boots had already stepped on the old father's back, and the faint sound of bones breaking could be heard. The father's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, but he still shouted, "Let … let go of my daughter. I'm willing to trade my life for her …"
However, no one paid any attention to his screams or his daughter's helpless tears.
"Draw your bows!"
The mercenary captain raised his hand, and hundreds of mercenaries immediately drew their bows, pointing them straight at the commoners in the square. He smiled faintly and said, "My name is Song of the Northflow, a descendant of the famed general Northflow Lang, the current captain of the Northflow Mercenary Group. I've come all the way from the Blackstone Empire for the sake of making a living. Fellow elders, please take care of me, a person who has come all the way from afar. Men, bring out the name list of the prefectural city and invite the local nobles here."
A gentle-looking mercenary held up the name list and said, "Salt merchant Xu Gu, snail merchant Zhang Qian, brocade merchant Zhou Xin, lumber merchant Wang Lei, house-builder Ou Yeqi …"
He read out a long list of names, and Song of the Northflow's eyes swept across the crowd. Finally, the local traitors pointed them out one by one, and the dozens of local merchants were invited to the bottom of the steps.
"You are the salt merchant Xu Gu?"
Song of the Northflow lifted the chin of an old man and said, "I've heard that the salt merchants of the Shattered Cauldron Realm are very profitable, and I'm sure you've earned quite a bit as well. Look, my army has come from afar, and we need to redistribute our rations and weapons. This is a very large sum of money. Since the Qin Army can't protect you, then we, the Northflow Mercenary Band, will protect them. However, you'll have to pay us soldiers enough tax. Men, find out how much this salt merchant needs to pay."
"Milord, you have to pay ten thousand Jin Yin coins."
"Alright, 10,000 Gold Grimm Coins it is!" Song of the Northflow sneered, "Xu Gu, did you hear that? Immediately have your family prepare ten thousand soldiers as a tax. Otherwise, your head will be hung on the city gates tomorrow morning."
Xu Gu's face was ashen. "Sir … Sir, I'm just a salt merchant from a small city. How could I have so many Jin Yin coins? I don't have it, I don't have it …"
"Get lost!"
Song of the Northflow sent Xu Gu flying with a kick. His eyes were cold as he said, "I don't care if you have it or not. If you don't have 10,000 Gold Grimm Coins, prepare to be stabbed! Don't be afraid. I, Song of the Northern Liuhe, am also a descendant of a prestigious clan. I don't do such filthy things. Since I've come to Chi Luo Commandery, I plan to stay here for a long time. You're also my fellow countryman. Zhang Qian, don't tremble. Explain yourself. How much did you donate as a soldier? "
How much do you want to pay for the soldiers? "Zhang Qian was a middle-aged man. His face was ashen." Sir, I don't have any money either … Chi Luo Prefecture is a small city, and most of the local currency is Silver Grimm Coins. Most people have never seen Gold Grimm Coins in their entire lives. How can there be any profits … "
"Cut the crap. I'm here to talk to you. Do you really have to force me?"
Song of the Northflow grabbed Zhang Qian's collar and looked at the timid girl behind him. "Look, we're fellow countrymen. I don't want to fall out with you, do I? Oh, you have a daughter? "
Zhang Qian's face was ashen. "Sir, you … you … I'll prepare 10,000 Gold Grimm Coins."
"Too late! I want 10,000 Gold Grimm Coins, and I want your daughter too. From now on, we're no longer just fellow countrymen. You're my father-in-law. Don't be afraid, stand still, hahaha … "
Song of the Northflow raised his blade and walked towards the third person. The crowd was already filled with the sound of crying.
"Stop crying!"
He was extremely impatient. "Archers, if anyone cries again, just shoot them to death!"
"Yes, sir!"
Before he even finished speaking, some of the archers who were as bloodthirsty as their lives couldn't help but attack. Immediately, a few miserable cries rang out from the crowd. Someone had already been shot through the heart and died. Fear surged through the crowd like a tide, and everyone began to flee.
"Go back!"
The saber-wielding mercenaries began to hack and slash, and in an instant, nearly a hundred people lost their lives. The citizens of the prefecture had never seen such a scene of heads rolling on the ground before. All of them were pale with fright, trembling as they returned to the center of the plaza.
"All of you, stop!"
Song of the Northflow sneered. "Don't start fighting and killing at the drop of a hat. I've long since taught you brats to win people over with virtue and virtue. Did you all turn a deaf ear to that?! Continue, demand the soldier tax! "
"Yes, sir!"
Mercenaries had crossed thousands of miles to the Shattered Cauldron Realm in search of two things: money and women. Right now, Song of the Northflow wanted these two things as well. However, he boasted that he was from a prestigious family, so although he was much more cultured than the Blackstone Empire's regular army, he wasn't much better.
When the girls who had been surrounded saw someone die, they couldn't help but weep softly. However, they were afraid of being killed, so they could only hold back their tears.
"Cry, cry, cry, all you know is to cry! You've pissed me off! "
Song of the Northflow suddenly turned around and swept his blade across. Immediately, a red line appeared on the neck of one of the girls. Blood splattered everywhere, and she fell to her knees. She had never thought that her life would end like this.
"Accept your fate!"
Song of the Northflow looked coldly at the crowd and said, "The Qin Army will soon be defeated. They've suffered crushing defeats in both the north and the south. Do you still place your hopes on the Qin family? Stop dreaming. The Qin family can't even protect themselves. Do you think they'll protect you border commoners? Hahahaha … obediently become my people, and you might be able to live! "
The commoners wailed, and the girls trembled. A living person had turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye. Fresh blood splattered on the steps, creating a poignant red.
"Lumber merchant Wang Lei, ten thousand gold coins!"
Song of the Northflow's voice was extremely cold.
Wang Lei was an old man. His entire body trembled as he said, "Sir … I … I don't earn more than a hundred gold coins a year from selling lumber. Where am I going to get ten thousand …"
"How you do it is up to you. I don't care."
"I didn't!" The old man trembled.
"You didn't?"
Song of the Northflow raised his blade again. "Then I'll send you to the afterlife!"
Tears streamed down the old man's face. His voice trembled as he said, "Ancestors of the Qin Empire … Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, has the world really changed? Who will protect the commoners? Who will fulfill the Qin family's promise to the world … "
"You still think the Qin family will save you? Die, you lowly old thing! "
The blade sliced through the air, glowing with a faint golden light.
Everyone held their breaths. They were terrified. The mercenaries were going to kill again!
However, just as the blade was about to cleave down on the old man's neck, a powerful aura suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was a spatial ripple that could shatter the void. A white figure flew over. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. A person appeared before Song of the Northflow and the old man, grabbing the blade with a single hand!
The night breeze blew. His back was to the commoners in the square. His white cloak swayed gently, and the golden purple flowers on it could be seen clearly.
"You! Enough! Enough! "
He spoke word by word as he stared at Northflow Song. His gaze was incomparably terrifying, causing Northflow Song, a Deity of the 21st ecclesiastical layer, to tremble uncontrollably. His gaze was filled with towering rage, which transformed into a killing intent that radiated outwards.
The commoners were also stunned. They recognized the insignia on the cloak. It was the insignia of the Qin family.
"He's here …"
"He's here …"
Everyone knew that their savior had arrived, but they didn't know who it was.
… …
"Who do you think you are?!"
Song of the Northflow laughed coldly. He suddenly flipped his wrist, and the blade began to spin rapidly, shaking off Lin Muyu's grasp. It moved extremely quickly, and the blade quickly turned into three consecutive slashes that landed on Lin Muyu's arm.
However, Lin Muyu didn't move.
Clang, clang, clang …
Sparks flew everywhere. The blade was knocked away by a golden barrier!
Song of the Northflow was dumbfounded. That was a Divine Wall! A cultivator with a Divine Wall was at least a Saint Martial King. This plane actually had a Saint Martial King?!
In that instant, the confidence in his heart was on the verge of collapse. He hurriedly retreated and roared, "Attack together! Destroy him!"
However, it was too late. The night sky suddenly turned deathly white, as if a layer of frost had spread across the ground. At the same time, a powerful domain descended from the sky, making it difficult for everyone to move. Even breathing became extremely difficult.
Lin Muyu knew how powerful Song of the Northflow was, so she decided to end this with a single move.
"All phenomena of heaven and earth, heed my call!"
A golden Elephant Wheel appeared beneath Lin Muyu's feet. Elephant Whiteside!
Boom!
The golden Elephant Wheel swept past, directly tearing Song of the Northflow's body into a pile of flesh and blood. At the same time, Elephant Whiteside's domain power was fully activated. The Invisible Elephant Art was activated, and all the mercenaries within range of the domain screamed as their bodies exploded and died. The pressure of the domain was enough to kill them!
The other mercenaries all paled when they saw that the situation was bad. They all abandoned their weapons and fled. This young man was no longer a general of the Qin Family. He was practically a god of death!
… …
In the blink of an eye, all the mercenaries had fled. Lin Muyu looked at the corpses of the commoners on the ground and knew that she had come too late.
"Milord, you are … you are …" the house-builder asked with a trembling voice.
"I am Lin Muyu."
"Heavens …" The house-builder knelt down. "Greetings, King Qin! King Qin has personally come to save us … "
The commoners and the girls beside Lin Muyu all knelt down as well.
Seeing everyone like this, Lin Muyu felt indescribably uncomfortable. She said, "All of you, rise. Leave the coastal cities and go to Winter Frost City. The army there is enough to protect you."
The commoners all stood up and looked at the legendary King Qin. No one would have thought that the King Qin would be so amiable and approachable. However, the crowd began to cry. Those who had lost their loved ones also began to cry.
Lin Muyu had the Sovereign status. His Yi Sea was filled with the sorrow and blessings of the people. He could feel everything.
What was a god? It was a gift of power and also a responsibility.
Looking at the crowd, Lin Muyu slowly took a step back and knelt on one knee. She gave everyone a military salute and said in a low voice, "The Qin Family is sorry for making you all suffer. However, I promise that as long as I am alive, I will definitely recover the lost land and return peace to the people of the empire. I will let the people of the empire live with dignity!"
As the Sovereign of the Shattered Cauldron Realm, King Qin was actually kneeling to her. How could anyone not be moved?
The commoners all knelt down, and their sorrowful cries became one.
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