Chapter 408: Wang Teng Emerges from the DepthsChapter 337: The Dragon Clan, Annihilated

Listening to the subordinates' report, Long Tiande frowned slightly.

Nowadays, the world is in chaos. Displaced people become refugees, and some desperate refugees turn into bandits, which is a natural consequence.

And these bandits, who spread like a plague, were beyond the reach of the government. Long Tiande had encountered such incidents many times during his journeys back and forth.

"Give some money, and the matter is settled."

Unwilling to cause trouble, Long Tiande decided to spend money to avoid disaster.

For half a day, there was no reply from the people outside, and the carriage did not resume its journey.

With a questioning look, Long Tiande pushed open the door curtain and looked up. The first thing he saw was the bodies of his own servants lying all over the floor.

He killed seven or eight of his own servants silently and without a sound. This is definitely not something an ordinary bandit could do.

He raised his head, his eyes coldly fixed on the group of black-clad men surrounding his carriage. He said with a forced smile, "Good sirs, if you have something to say, please speak openly. If any of you heroes are hungry or thirsty, this old man still has some silver and copper coins on him. Feel free to take them."

Though he spoke in a seemingly nonchalant manner, Long Tiande's hand that was lifting the curtain was already slick with cold sweat.

The man in black chuckled darkly, his voice a raspy whisper, "Master Long, you are indeed a hero. To face such a scene and remain unfazed is quite impressive."

Upon hearing the other party accurately state his own identity, Long Tiande's heart sank.

He bowed respectfully, even with a hint of servility, and said: "Since you all know my name, then you must have come prepared. I'll ask just one thing: no matter what it is, I can agree to it. You, or the masters behind you, should also know that I am capable of accomplishing many things. I don't desire anything else, only to barely survive."

It was still the man in black who had spoken moments before. He tilted his head slightly and said, "Not bad, very sincere, and quite clever too. You didn't waste any words, but... it's a pity..."

"What a pity"

Before Long Tiande could even speak, the black-clad man moved his arm. In an instant, the world in Long Tiande's eyes was filled with a flash of cold, bright blade light.

When the entire world, with its sun and moon, dimmed to obscurity, leaving only that single slash of blade light, Long Tiandé's mind could only register one thought: It's over!

Poof.

Long Tiande's head shot up into the sky, blood spurting from the wound in his neck over two meters high, dyeing half of the carriage red.

"It's too late."

The man in black finished his words quietly, then sped off toward the capital.

"Leave two people to clean up, and the rest immediately return to the Eastern Factory to report."

The news of Lung Tiande's death hadn't even reached Xishan Province before the dragon family, still awaiting the return of Lung Tiande and his son in Xishan Province, were met with utter destruction.

The provincial magistrate of Xishan, Zhao He Shan, received a report from Lei, Zheng, and Qian, three powerful local families also from Xishan province, alleging that the Long family colluded with rebels and was suspected of treason.

Such a major event, Zhao Heshan didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately led his soldiers to surround the Long family mansion.

A search of Long's residence revealed correspondence linking him to the rebel army. Furthermore, servants from the Long household came forward to identify him, providing irrefutable evidence.

At this very moment, an armed group claiming to be from the Dragon Family Guard appeared outside the Dragon Family manor. They attacked the official soldiers, causing Zhao He Shan to fly into a rage. He immediately summoned the Dongchang Jinyiwei to suppress them.

Under the siege of the Imperial Court, Dongchang, and the Lei, Zheng, and Qian families, the once mighty Dragon Clan was wiped out in a single night.g for death.As expected, Gong Huiyu didn't answer upon hearing this, but simply struck out with a light palm.This palm strike landed squarely on Yelü Qiming's chest.If Yelu Qiming didn't charge in him...