Zhao Ritian had gone mad.
No one could hold him back.
All he remembered was that Zhang Boyuan's mother had smashed him with two heavy hammers.
How could he not avenge that?!
Over a dozen people had pinned down his limbs and neck, while another dozen smashed me with iron hammers! And they even asked whether I was enjoying it!
I'll beat you to death, you bastard!
Zhao Ritian hefted his iron staff, sweeping through the enemy ranks like a rolled-up mat as he chased after Zhang Boyuan!
Zhang Boyuan roared, "Kill him!"
He grabbed a companion's blade and charged straight at Zhao Ritian.
Zhao Ritian suddenly let out a furious roar. "Crimson Emperor Burns the Heavens!"
Boom!
All the battle aura pouring out of Zhao Ritian's body turned into flames!
Fire erupted in every direction, flames shooting into the sky!
When had the people of Tianwu ever seen anything like this?!
They all retreated at once, but Zhang Boyuan charged straight into the sea of fire. "I'll take your life!"
Zhao Ritian brought his staff down over his head. "I want yours too!"
Zhang Boyuan had completely gone mad!
Not that kind of madness, but the kind that came from... from utter collapse.
Because his blade was slashing toward Zhao Ritian's neck!
But Zhao Ritian ignored it, focusing only on smashing him with his staff!
What did that mean?
What the hell did that mean?
Die together?
Was that how it worked?
No, you fucking...
Zhang Boyuan panicked, but then he thought of how long and grueling this battle had been, of Tianwu's honor!
His panic turned into fury!
Fine! If you don't want to live, then I'm not afraid to die either!
I'll trade blows with you!
I can die, but you have to die too!
Without you,