Ji City's Night Darkens, Drums of War Beat; Giant Beasts Steam Clouds, Pressing the Enemy City

"You! Who are you looking down on?!"

"Even if I, Qing Qin, can't defeat that Marquis of Blood Robe, can't I at least deal with a pack of lackeys like you?!"

Qing Qin's eyes blazed as he stared at the Blood-Clad Army charging at him like ravenous wolves, utterly unrestrained, their eyes brimming with the greedy hunger to seize military merit. An emotion suddenly surged within his chest, nearly bursting free.

It was fury!

Boundless fury, like magma raging and searing through the depths of his heart.

He had no time for another thought. With a clang, the longsword at his waist left its sheath, and he shot straight ahead in a blur.

This extreme rage seemed to have filled him with the most overwhelming strength of his life.

Swept up in his wrath, Qing Qin even felt that he could drag four or five Blood-Clad soldiers down with him. If he gave it everything he had, even seven or eight might not be impossible!

His figure appeared so tragic amid the chaotic army!

He charged forward without hesitation, raising his sword for a direct slash!

The instant his longsword collided with the weapon of the foremost Blood-Clad soldier, it felt as though a mountain weighing ten thousand tons had come crashing down upon him. An indescribable force surged wildly up the blade.

That power was so unimaginable that even Qing Qin, as confident as he was now, found it impossible to withstand—utterly beyond reason.

Clang!

The sharp sound pierced his ears, and the longsword in Qing Qin's hand was nearly shattered in an instant!

Then came a sharp shhk. The other man's sword cut into his left shoulder with unstoppable force, slicing straight through his chest!

Qing Qin's pupils constricted violently. He looked at the broken sword in his