C316 Hopeless Peace Talks

One by one, the Wu Huan people were chopped down, their wails growing weaker and weaker. The number of Wu Huan people in the valley grew fewer and fewer. The newly turned green grass greedily absorbed the blood that flowed all over the ground.

Gongsun Zeng's sharp eyes coldly looked at the massacre scene. His resolute face, which was as sharp as a knife, was expressionless. His long hair