Awakening

At that moment, he spoke for himself alone.

A powerful killing intent came crashing down. Beside Li Zhiyi, all the soldiers—including Zhang Yu—dropped to their knees.

"Don't kneel!!!" Zhang Yu growled.

"Get down!"

At his command, the soldiers sprawled across the ground, unable to breathe, as if mountains were pressing down on them. Some even rolled their eyes back and passed out.

But Li Zhiyi stood straighter and straighter, staring fixedly at Qiong Heaven, his eyes blazing.

His breathing quickened. Something churned deep in his heart.

He wasn't a bloodthirsty killer, but he had lived through war, through partings and death, through one desperate cry after another.

Now, someone was telling him to slaughter all of Great Xia with his own hands.

Was he, Li Zhiyi, not one of Great Xia's people?

Was he merely an insignificant denominator in that number?

He was too weak, and that was why he could only stand by.

Battle intent and killing intent surged through his heart.

He wanted true strength.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A wild laugh rang in his ears.

Zhang Yu lay motionless on the ground, his head turned to one side as he spat out the dirt that had gotten into his mouth. He looked at Li Zhiyi's back.

"Good!"

"Good!"

His voice trembled, and his vision blurred. Yet as he watched that unyielding back, tears welled in his eyes.

Perhaps his vision was simply too blurred. For a moment, he even thought he was looking at another familiar silhouette.

"Li Zhiyi, you have to survive!" Zhang Yu growled through clenched teeth.

"Live so they can see it. Grow stronger and stronger, and tell them your name is Li Zhiyi!"

Then, in the blink of an eye, the vast sea of blood slowly faded away. The sky cleared, as if