บท 1651: Unmatched

Inside the Palace, the strong smell of blood filled the entire Palace. The Palace maids screamed in panic, the sounds of swords colliding as they clanged against each other, and the screams of death made the Palace that was once filled with joy now like hell on earth. 

There were corpses lying across the ground, some of their hands and feet were chopped off. Blood was splashed across the ground, on the fence, on the flowers, in the pavilion…

At first sight, one could see red trembling flames that burned, and thick smoke that rose up in the air, mess was scattered all over. 

"Who are you? What grudges do you have against our Feng Family?"

Feng Sanyuan who was in midair wearing only a white undershirt was covered in wounds. The blood stained his white shirt. In spite of his injuries, he held his long sword and faced those people.