The clouds at the horizon looked like burning blood.
The air was truly thick with the stench of blood, spreading through the raging gale.
Five Dao Ancestors.
Two of them could be called first-rate.
All perished within moments.
From the instant Su Yi arrived, gripping the Bronze Short Halberd, he had been like an indestructible ray of light, slaughtering his way across the battlefield with no one able to stop him!
The clouds burning like blood cast light over his straight, upright figure, drawing out a long shadow across the scarred earth.
And the mottled rust upon the Bronze Short Halberd in his hand seemed to have become all the more vividly crimson after drinking its fill of fresh blood.
So red it stabbed the eyes.
From afar, Huang Hongyao, held high in the air by the Blue Shirt Man, saw this blood-soaked, breathtaking scene as though it were a painting.
Deep within her blade-sharp eyes surged boundless excitement and joy, mirroring her feelings at this moment.
A hero saving a beauty might have been a tired old tale.
But when someone descended like a divine weapon from heaven and slaughtered enemies in fury for the sake of a self trapped in despair, who... could remain unmoved?
The burning clouds at the horizon reflected in Huang Hongyao's eyes, bringing out a misty glimmer of tears as well.
For any Dao Ancestor, weeping from overwhelming joy was an exceedingly rare experience.
Huang Hongyao had not experienced such feelings for far too long.
Only when her eyes reddened and her nose stung did she realize that, in the end, she too could not escape such common sentiment and had shed tears.
The Blue Shirt Man's face turned livid as he gritted his teeth. "I told you to stop, yet you killed people