Right and Wrong, Serena Feng Is the Head of Feng Manor, Not a Secluded Maiden

Screams and pleas for mercy echoed without end. The mausoleum guards had already surrendered, but the Black Riders remained unmoved—like unsheathed swords without self-awareness, knowing only to kill whoever stood before them.

Their mission was to blow up the Eastlyn Imperial Mausoleum and kill everyone who had seen them. In the eyes of the Black Riders, there was only the task—mercy and hesitation had never belonged to these iron-blooded warriors.

Faced with corpses strewn everywhere, the Black Riders showed no pity. They spurred their horses forward, trampling bodies into pulp, swinging their broadswords to cut down every living soul in sight.

To fight one against a thousand was no legend—they had to make it reality. The consequences of failure were more than they could bear.

Though the enemy’s strength was fading, the Black Riders dared not relax. Wherever they passed, no one was left standing—they were truly invincible.

In just one hour, the Black Riders wiped out all the outer soldiers. As for the ones hiding inside the mausoleum, they had no intention of charging in. With cold, expressionless faces, they glanced at the mausoleum and pulled out thunder-blast grenades strapped to their horses.

The riders behind followed suit—one thousand thunder-blast grenades were hurled at the mausoleum from every direction. Explosions thundered, earth flew, thick smoke billowed. No matter how ironclad the mausoleum once was, now it could only crumble into ruins.

"Withdraw!"

Mission accomplished, the Black Riders showed not a trace of nostalgia. When the reinforcements arrived, all that awaited them was a battlefield straight out of hell. The once majestic, solemn mausoleum had become a wasteland; ten thousand tomb guards buried beneath the rubble, not a single intact body to be found—only scattered limbs and broken remains.

The reinforcements stood at a distance, stunned, unable to recover their senses for a long time...