There were hot-blooded souls in the Mad Sword Battle Group, too.
They, too, wanted to fight.
To protect the Human Race.
But.
Zhou Buyu held the greater good over them.
Leaving them unable to move.
"Redbrow, an ant trying to shake the heavens—that is a fool's work!"
Zhou Buyu spoke, his gaze icy, with none of his former warmth.
"Zhou Buyu, a shameless villain like you will never understand what it means to follow your heart!" Ye Hongmei's face was cold as ice.
Zhou Buyu's expression stiffened, but he soon let it go, a sneer curling his lips.
After all.
Xiao Chen was about to die!
After all.
Sooner or later, Ye Hongmei would be his plaything behind the bed curtains.
Why should he bother trading barbs with her?
Before Scarlet Thunder City.
Demons surged.
Only two remained on the Human Race's side.
One was Xiao Chen; the other was Ke Hei.
Gravely wounded and drenched in blood, Ke Hei knelt on one knee.
The only one still standing on the battlefield.
Was Xiao Chen.
The handsome youth whose white robes had been like snow, whose face had resembled a young immortal.
Now.
Was covered in blood.
His hair hung disheveled.
Wounds covered his body.
Demonic energy had injured one of his eyes.
Blood streamed from it.
He was a ghastly sight!
Too painful to look upon.
Beside him.
Lay mountains of corpses.
And crimson streams of blood.
He could not remember.
How many demons he had killed.
Only.
At this moment.
His total God-Battle Points.
Had reached a staggering six thousand and thirteen!
One man, one sword.
In just two days.
He had slaughtered his way to nearly four thousand Divine Battle Power.
"He should be spent this time, right?"
"Maybe! I don't know either!"
"This brat is far