However—
Before that, Gongxi Chou still had to deal with a few annoying "little mice." He pressed his lips together, his gaze darkening as he carefully sensed several Martial Spirits locking onto him. A disdainful sneer curled his bloodstained mouth. "You think you're worthy? Get lost!"
His halberd swept across the field. Sound and martial energy gathered into a wave that centered on him and shook in every direction. Ordinary soldiers struck head-on had their skulls burst at once, blood pouring from every orifice. The Martial Gall Warriors charging at him were sent flying as if struck by a thousand-jin cauldron.
Those with greater strength weren't quite so battered.
But the warhorses beneath them let out pained whinnies.
Gongxi Chou glanced around at them and taunted, "All of you coming at once?"
One man felt deeply humiliated, his face flushing with anger. "You little thief, how dare you!"
With that, he gripped his blade and charged out first.
Gongxi Chou looked at the Martial Gall Warriors surrounding him.
His Killing Intent surged!
The Martial Gall Warrior who'd lost his temper hadn't even seen Gongxi Chou move. In a daze, he seemed to glimpse a dark green blur flashing before his eyes. A moment later, his throat turned cold, and the powerful spray of blood dyed his vision red as the world spun.
Strange—
Why had his view become so low?
Why did he feel so cold?
Who was holding his hair?
Why...
Not until the corner of his eye caught sight of a familiar-looking headless body collapsing did his pupils tremble. He stared in disbelief, and even as his consciousness faded completely, his round eyes remained wide open.
Silence!
Complete silence!
One move!
Just one move!
Blood covered most of Gongxi Chou's face, but he couldn't be bothered to wipe