In their place stood soldiers clad in solemn black armor, all draped in battle robes, holding War Spears and long swords; the atmosphere of severity was chilling. The noble families looked at each other and said, "Lord, what are you intending to do?"
"Leading the army like this, do you plan to slay the gods?"
The noble youths said, "We are not a match for Marquis Qin Wu, yet his earthly weapons can hardly kill the divine spirits!"
The common folk also sensed something amiss and began to stir uneasily.
Fang Ziqiao softly said, "What my junior brother intends to do is truly an unprecedented great event in history."
Wen Lingjun responded, "The Lord is a genius for the ages."
Fang Ziqiao smiled but said nothing more.
