The grand hall that was arranged for marriage now looked like a battlefield drenched in blood.
The scent of iron clung thick in the air, mingling with the lingering heat of shattered techniques and dying embers.
Zhao Tian stood at the center as his sword dripped with fresh blood.
Around him, the bodies of nobles, ministers, and sect masters lay sprawled across the marble floor as their lifeless eyes stared into the abyss of death.
A moment of silence passed.
Many people tried to flee from the wedding hall but Ji Shuang blocked them all inside while Zhao Tian instantly slaughtered a bunch of people.
Looking at him, Ji Shuang's gaze squinted 'He has certainly grown more powerful... and this intense bloodlust and killing intent around him....'
'He is not even hesitating to raise his blade anymore.'
'He has no pity or remorse...'
"Sister Velnorah.. w-what happened to him?"