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Heavy snow, the likes of which hadn't been seen in Bianliang City for a hundred years.
Massacre, yet within Bianliang City, such events were met once in ten thousand years.
The snow had turned to blood.
Because of Zhao Ye's selfishness, nearly thirty thousand people died in Bianliang City within just half an hour; the Great General Ba Tian died; three hundred and sixteen golden-armored guards died; all male members of the Zhao family were executed outside the Wumen Gate; women and children were enslaved; Emperor Zhao Ye was deposed, lost his mind, and went mad...
Xie Tian's enmity with the nation came to an end at that moment; he had kept his promise. With the strength of one man, he vanquished the Song state, yet found no joy in its fall.
For the mad old man at the ten-mile pavilion, his complexion grew serious, sweat was seen on his forehead, and the divine light in his eyes dimmed a touch.