The sound of horns came rolling from the southeast like thunder.
Peng Lianhu stood alone atop the earthen platform. Not only was he not the least bit alarmed, he instead closed his eyes, spread his arms, and wore an expression of intoxication and delight.
He had been in rebellion for more than a decade, so he could naturally recognize the sound of the Great Jing frontier army's horn.
He could even vaguely see a torrent of steel surging from the southeast, tearing through the loose formations of the Zhang and Liu armies with unstoppable force.
But he did not care.
The vanishing of human lives was, to him now, the most wondrous of melodies.
Every scream and every spurt of blood transformed into the purest nourishment, causing the surging power within him to climb and boil at an ever-faster pace.
"Big brother!!!"
His sworn brother Jiao Ping leaped onto the earthen platform and rushed over, his voice frantic.
"The government army's heavy cavalry has broken in! The southeast is about to give way! Please make a decision!"
"A decision?"
Peng Lianhu slowly opened his eyes.
There was no trace of human warmth left in his scarlet eyes, only pure madness and coldness.
He calmly stared at Jiao Ping as though looking at a stranger.
"Yes, it is time to make a decision."
He spoke softly, then suddenly raised his hand and clamped it around Jiao Ping's throat.
"B-Big brother... you..."
Jiao Ping's face was filled with disbelief as he struggled desperately.
Yet at this moment, the strength of a Third-order Martial Artist was as feeble before Peng Lianhu as a child's.
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out as his neck bone snapped.
Then his neck was torn clean off.
Jiao Ping's eyes bulged wide as the breath of life rapidly