So, the group set out together and blocked a convoy that was about to leave on a street.
"Master of the Tulun Family, please have mercy, leave us some food."
"Yes, there's no food left in the city."
"..."
The people blocked the street, loudly begging.
"Get out! You lowly peasants!"
The guards in the convoy yelled angrily.
The situation reached an impasse.
As the nobles in the convoy gradually lost their patience, the order for slaughter was given—
The guards drew their scimitars and mercilessly slashed at the civilians blocking their way!
On the long street, blood splattered.
Screams, exclamations, curses, cries for mercy... echoed everywhere.
"Mom, run!"
Sangji desperately protected his mother, trying to retreat.
But the crowd was too crowded; although he had practiced martial arts for years, he ultimately did not have an implant and was not an official martial artist.
Moments later, the scent of blood spread, and the massacre came closer.
