THIRD PERSON'S POV:
The air inside the secluded manor on the outskirts of the imperial palace was thick with the copper tang of fresh blood and the sharp, ozone scent of lightning. What was supposed to be a strategic a*******n by the Dual Yang-Yin Sect had devolved into a nightmare of flailing limbs and desperate, gurgling cries.
" Help me!"
"Who are these wraiths in black? They aren't imperial guards!"
"Since when did the Vermillion Empire employ such monsters? Call for backup! Sound the—"
The disciple's scream was cut short as a shadow blade parted his throat. It wasn't a battle; it was an industrial-scale s*******r. The elite disciples of the Dual Yang-Yin Sect, men who prided themselves on their dual-cultivation prowess and refined techniques, were being harvested like wheat. The
