Zhao Ritian was baffled. "How is this bastard so strong?"
Long Aotian stood up, rubbing his stomach. "Something's not right. This guy... his true qi is bizarre, and his strength isn't normal either."
Lu Chengwen exhaled, struggling to steady his breathing:
"He absorbs vital essence from the dead. That's not normal human strength."
Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian froze, then immediately agreed with his assessment.
Crimson smiled faintly. "I hadn't intended to use this move, but your weapons are excellent, and your martial arts are quite impressive. Without this ability, dealing with you would, heh, take quite a bit of effort."
Lu Chengwen stared at him. "You killed your own people. How will you explain that when you get back?"
Crimson raised an eyebrow. "They're all death-sworn warriors I recruited myself. For me, for the dreams in their hearts, they're willing to sacrifice everything. They accepted that long ago."
Crimson looked like a crazed, evil cult leader. Even the gleam in his eyes was unnatural.
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth. "Monster! You're a fucking monster! All your talk of honor and dreams-you're nothing but trash!"
Crimson slowly approached. "If you've got what it takes, stop standing there cursing and come fight me!"
Zhao Ritian lunged forward. "Crimson Emperor Burns the Heavens..."
Crimson closed in instantly and thrust his staff at him. Unable to unleash Red Emperor Burning Heaven Flame, Zhao Ritian hurriedly switched moves. After exchanging two blows with him, he was sent flying backward again and hit the ground with a thud.
"How is that possible... what's going on... I clearly..."
Crimson sneered. "You narrow-minded fools will never understand the true meaning of power."
"Power means using every means at your disposal. It means being ruthless and abandoning your limits. All morality is a shackle. All boundaries are restrictions.