Qifeng Prefecture City.
Heads rolling, blood flowing into rivers.
These past two days, the people inside the city, whether commoners, martial artists, civilians, or individuals from various powers, all felt a kind of terror and fear.
In the various taverns, there were heated discussions, and people were apprehensive and restless beyond measure.
Meanwhile, in a tavern outside the city.
"Where's the wine? Hurry up and bring it to me, or I'll kill..."
The voice came to a sudden halt, the complexion of this noble son turning pale in an instant, as if reminded of some fearful matter.
He was a direct descendant of the Han Family.
He also knew about the Han Family's abandonment of Han Zheng.
Even more, he knew that the man on the execution stage right now was Han Zheng's disciple.
Recalling the scenes he had just witnessed in the inner city, an endless chill rose within him, his hands and feet turning icy cold.