The setting sun is like blood.
Iron hoofs broke through the capital palace gate.
Screams, cries, and the sound of metal and iron mixed together to form a big web of death.
Xiao Jue stood in the center of this net.
A broken arrow was stuck in his left shoulder, and another one passed through his chest.
He stared at the tower.
There, his father, Zhenbei King Xiao Lie, was being pinned to the ground by three Beidi Wolf Riders.
"Xiao Jue! You traitor!"
The father's roar was cut into pieces by the wind and snow.
"Su Qingyan is a spy! You protected her and deserved to die!"
