A red sun wove back and forth through the crowd.
Along its path, massive amounts of black and white matter appeared, drifting down from the sky like snowflakes.
Two streaks of light soared into the air from the ground, striking the crimson sun.
"Boom!"
The sun burst apart, and thousands of fiery rainfalls cascaded down, like exploding fireworks—brilliant yet fleeting.
The sun vanished.
A Bronze Chariot appeared in the void, with two figures radiating immense energy standing at the front of the chariot.
"Zhao Yun! You are too arrogant!"
"Do you really think my Azure Realm has no one left?" Crown Prince Longqin of Qing said with eyes blazing with fire.
He was no benevolent soul, but Zhao Yun was driving the Bronze Chariot and slaughtering countless of his men, causing him agonizing grief.
"Hmph! You ruthless, venomous viper!"
"To slaughter so indiscriminately, you truly deserve to die a thousand deaths." Xuan Yi, the Crown Prince of Yan, unusually synchronized his opinion with Long Xi.
They both followed the path of a Qi Luck Dynasty; the more soldiers under their command, the greater the strength they could unleash themselves. The Bronze Chariot's rampages had caused them heavy losses, and at this moment, their hearts were bleeding.
Zhao Yun's expression remained calm, and she smiled slightly, saying, "Look at how unreasonable you two sound."
"Your worlds sent them here to throw their lives away."
"Ah!" Zhao Yun sighed.
"They were born beasts of burden, and upon death they must die in a foreign land with no one to bury them. How truly pitiful!"
Xuan Yi angrily said, "Bah! Cut the hypocrisy. If you truly pitied them, you wouldn't have burned them alive with fire."
Zhao Yun's eyes were clear, and leaning back against the body of the chariot, she smiled, saying,