Top of Hongyan Tower.
Zhang Rongfang watched as the second person was dragged up.
This time it was a tall, thin middle-aged man, covered in scars, silent, his eyes holding a special spirit.
Like a burning flame, releasing bright light.
His eyes at this moment were as bright.
"Kill us, kill us all, more will emerge... you can't kill us all! You can't kill us all..."
Slash!
Zhang Rongfang did not hesitate, slicing with his blade, the head falling to the ground.
Next came the third, fourth.....
Those captured were all key figures in the Righteous Alliance, none begged for mercy, none struggled.
All looked at Zhang Rongfang with piercingly bright eyes, also observing everything below the tower.
Those glaringly bright gazes made Zhang Rongfang's heart sink deeper in silence.
He said nothing, and continued the executions silently.
Soon, the first batch lay in pools of blood.
"Bring up the second batch." Shang Dingye glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and shouted.
