The Housekeeper, Old Pang stretched out his hand and pulled a thin wire behind Jun Zhantian’s chair. An ear-piercing bell sound suddenly resounded through the Jun Residence’s courtyard. After that, he followed Jun Zhantian silently, his face cold and decisive.
He had already deduced what Jun Zhantian would do next, but he did not intend to stop him. Moreover, he had decided to accompany him! No complaints! No regrets!
Downstairs, a wheelchair was resting quietly. Jun Wuyi was seated upright upon it; his pair of sword like eyebrows exuded a murderous aura, which soared through the skies. His face remained expressionless as he watched his father walk down the stairs. Their eyes revealed the same determination as they turned around without speaking.
At this point, there was no need to say anything.
Tens of dark figures rushed over from all directions, standing quietly in rows of three in the courtyard. They calmly looked at Jun Zhantian. No matter what it was that Jun Zhantian planned to do, they would follow him… until the very end!
Within the shadows, countless others appeared like ghosts, assembling and awaiting their orders. All of Jun Family’s hidden forces have at this moment, been deployed without reservation…
Grandpa Jun stepped forward and said a few words in a low tone. The men within the shadows suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like blood being scattered across the skies. The whistling sound of the wind on the other hand seemed to have increased in intensity…
Jun Zhantian stood silently for a moment and inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh night air. However, he felt as though the air he inhaled was filled with a thick stench of blood, causing his heart to suffocate! Turning, he got up on a horse, his face was cold as iron, his red cape fluttering about in darkness, seemingly infused with blood.
The rest of them remained silent; each of them climbed up their horses and followed him. Jun Wuyi slapped his wheelchair with his hands and flew up into the air, landing on top of his horse. Flicking the reins, he urged his horse forward and followed them.
Moments later, Jun Zhantian was seated upon the stage of the military grounds. Outside, the sound of forty drums were slowly on the rise…
As the drums boomed out, men constantly donned their military uniforms, armours and helmets. Picking up their weapons, they galloped towards the military grounds on their horses! Once they reached the military grounds, they dismounted and stood as straight as a spear!
The number of men on the grounds increased, but none of them said a word. They all stared attentively at Jun Zhantian who was seated upon the chair of the Grand Marshall, their eyes exuded an unmatched blaze of fanaticism!
Old Marshall! It has been too long… too long since we have heard the pounding sound of this Generals Summoning Drum! The raging fires of a hundred battles… we have missed it!
The sound of drums stopped!
The many generals stood attentively on the military grounds. On both sides, dozens of banners flapped about in the wind, creating “hula” sounds, resembling that of the mournful weeping of a thousand people!
Jun Zhantian stood up, walked to the front side of the stage and asked as he gave everyone a sharp gaze. “Is anyone absent here?”
“Everyone has arrived! We are all awaiting Senior Marshall’s orders!” The hundreds of them chanted simultaneously.
“Very well! Tonight, this old man will move the land and shake the skies!” Jun Zhantian’s sharp eyes burst out with murderous intent.
“All captains, listen up!”
“Here!”
“Chen Zhounan!”
“Here!”
“You are to marshal your forces and hold the West Gate! Without my orders, no one is allowed to leave the city! Once a riot is discovered, send out your troops to suppress it!” Jun Zhantian placed a great emphasis on the words “no one”.
“Affirmative!”
“Jun Nianfeng!”
“Here!”
“You are in charge of the East Gate!”
“Affirmative!”