"Kill it! Kill this evil dragon!"
"Experts of Great Wu, help this king slay this evil dragon—"
"I, Wu Zhao, will slaughter this dragon and avenge the heroes who died in battle—"
Outside Feng City, high in the sky, a fat man dressed in a royal robe roared at the black dragon.
His eyes were bloodshot, and every word he spat was about killing.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
He had brought people to exterminate that evil dragon, yet the people he brought had been slain by it instead.
He hated that evil dragon to the bone and wished to wipe it out at once.
Upon seeing Wu Lie, the black-robed youth immediately thought of Wu Zhao, the King of Great Wu.
They were both from Great Wu Kingdom and both bore the surname Wu.
Moreover, judging by Wu Lie's young, delicate appearance, he had already become the foremost among the generals in this border city of Great Wu. They treated him with utmost respect, not daring to overstep in the slightest. Without some family background, no matter how one looked at it, it would be hard to believe.
Thus, Wu Lie's identity was practically laid bare.
A member of the Great Wu royal family—the descendant of Wu Zhao!
Blades, spears, swords, and rain; flesh and blood reduced to a blur.
At the thought of those scenes of carnage, at the viciousness with which they had attacked as one to put him to death, the murderous rage in his heart surged, and his blood boiled. A fierce urge to massacre them all welled up inside him.
The black-robed youth's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched and relaxed, then clenched again with even greater force.
He silently recited the "Pure Heart Mantra" several times. The murderous rage in his heart dispersed, and