The Blood-Filled Sky

The large city of Chang'an was currently in an extremely tense state. Rising Dragon Army and Blood Strike Guard soldiers were tightly guarding a small residential area.

Two martial grandmaster powerhouses from the Great Snow Mountain were sitting in a villa within that area with grave expressions on their faces.

Master Xin Yuan held a chess piece in his hand without putting it down for a long time.

Master Xin Yuan had always been known for being firm and decisive on the Great Snow Mountain. However, he was hesitant right now.

"There are enemies everywhere, Senior Brother. What do we do?" the other tall, well-built old man said. He was also a martial grandmaster from the Great Snow Mountain.

Master Xin Yuan pondered his question for a bit before he said vaguely, "There's no way out."