Three dung-colored long swords floated around him, the blade edges still dripping with fresh, undried blood.
With his last sword strike, he pinned a Liu Family cultivator trying to escape to the stone wall.
The man's wails hadn't completely faded when Shen Yunzhou roared towards the sky, his voice thundering like a storm, shaking down more rubble from the mine shaft.
"Let's go!" Zhou Qing spoke faintly, turning to leave into the air.
After venting, Shen Yunzhou waved his hand, and with a "clang," the three long swords returned to their sheaths.
He casually wiped the blood from the sword's edge, his gaze sweeping over the shrinking miner slaves, speaking in a low tone: "Before, you were the Shen Family's miner slaves, later you became the Liu Family's, but our enmity has nothing to do with you."
He paused, then raised his voice a few notches, "Now that the Liu Family is dead, you—are free!"
