Chapter 233: No Clear Concept_1

Milan Town, the City Lord's Mansion main hall.

At this moment, the spacious hall was in shambles.

This sacred place that usually symbolized the highest authority of the City Lord had long been transformed into a tragic battlefield.

On the ground, the lifeless bodies of soldiers were scattered about.

Below the corpses, red liquid flowed wantonly, like blooming flowers of death.

In a corner near the throne, about twenty to thirty soldiers holding blades, under the leadership of three brown-robed elderly men, encircled a severely injured, burly figure.

From the aura they exuded, all three elderly men had reached the Tier 3 Senior Powerhouse level.

As for the other soldiers, they were all Tier 2, obviously having the upper hand.

"Respected City Lord, if you surrender now, perhaps I can leave you a whole corpse, and maybe even bury you in your family's tomb." The mocking voice of the leading brown-robed elderly man rang out.