Zhou Heng hesitated only slightly before putting away the Sunfall Bow. "As you wish!"
With so many eyes upon them, he was not afraid that Lin Xianyang would go back on his word. Otherwise, the one losing face would not only be himself, but Grand Marshal Lin Wubing as well!
Lin Xianyang traced a few motions across his chest, and the nine hundred-plus celestial rivers vanished one after another, leaving only stars glittering across the sky. He clenched both fists, and two blood-red gleams suddenly flickered in his eyes, his Killing Intent bearing down on all around him.
Slaughter a million, and become a hero!
He had followed his father onto battlefields since childhood, killing without end. Even if the dead beneath his hands did not number a million, they could not be far short. Now, as he deliberately circulated that killing intent and Killing Intent, they instantly formed an immense pressure.
Zhou Heng remained utterly unafraid. The Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon soared forth, and his own Killing Intent erupted without restraint.
He too had once slaughtered on a grand scale. In terms of ferocity, his Killing Intent was not inferior to Lin Xianyang's—in fact, it far surpassed it! Only a grand marshal like Lin Wubing, who had spent his life fighting across battlefields, could exceed him.
Lin Xianyang could not help but be slightly startled.
A high cultivation level did not necessarily mean one had killed many people. Some spent their lives in secluded cultivation and might reach the Comet Realm without ever staining their hands with blood. Though martial artists killed throughout their lives, the number was not necessarily high; after all, they might lack the right environment.
Zhou Heng was unquestionably young, so why did he possess such terrifying killing intent?
The thought flashed through his mind