Even Grass Needs a Break from Cutting

King Shiyu was afraid.

When he saw the latest news about Chu Qing, he was terrified out of his wits.

Because:

Feng City was dead.

A vast city had been slaughtered by Chu Qing for several hours, until blood flowed like a river and corpses carpeted the ground.

In that enormous city, only a handful of people remained alive.

And most of them had gone mad.

Though he had not seen the scene, he knew:

Feng City was a prefectural city, with countless people.

With the combat strength Chu Qing had displayed so far, how many people could he kill in several hours of frenzied slaughter?

Even a mud-legged peasant cutting grass would need to rest after an hour or two.

Yet:

Chu Qing could kill nonstop for several hours.

Even more terrifyingly:

After killing for an entire night, he crossed eighteen hundred li back and kept killing.

Was this even human?

Were his nerves forged from black gold?

Even black gold would wear down beneath such crazed hacking and slaughter, wouldn't it?

Why did Chu Qing never wear down?

King Shiyu was afraid.

He was frightened, terrified, and deeply uneasy.

He could not imagine what supported Chu Qing's merciless slaughter.

He passed the news on to numerous aristocratic families.

When the heads of those families learned that Feng City had been slaughtered by Chu Qing, their heads buzzed.

"The Rebel Army actually wanted to use sheer numbers to kill Chu Qing."

"Who would have thought he truly killed people like cutting grass!"

"No, he killed even more efficiently than cutting grass!"

"How could he be this vicious?"

"A killing demon!"

"He's fucking a killing demon."

Some heads of the houses broke down in despair.

Even in the wars of history, it was rare for an entire city to be