Standing atop the body of one of the dragon-horses that had lost its master, Li Su fixed his icy gaze on the Hundred Cavalry Commander, who had roared to life. A smile suddenly touched his youthful yet enraged face.
Angry?
Heartbroken?
Good!
Good. That was how he felt too.
He crouched down, his small hand gently passing over the heads hanging from both sides of the dragon-horse—heads that had already dried up, their eyes impossible to close.
Hard!
So hard they cut his hand, knocking against it with aching force!
Li Su's body trembled faintly, his eyes growing ever redder, ever fiercer.
They wouldn't close!
No matter how hard he tried, he still could not shut them.
Of course, he understood. He knew. He could comprehend.
Once a corpse had dried out and lost its elasticity, eyes left open were destined never to close again.
But... seeing those hollow expressions, those faces twisted with misery and savagery, Li Su could not stop trembling. His body and soul were both shaking.
This was an unrested death. They had died with their eyes unclosed!!!
If having something taken from you hurt so much, then why take it away?
The Nine Li tribe had already lost. Lost completely—crushed beyond all measure. They had retreated into a corner, no longer harboring any thought of contention. They had even planned to abandon their homeland and leave.
Why?
Couldn't they just let them go?
Did they have to slaughter them to the last?
Grasping a Hundred Cavalry soldier's weapon, he slowly drew it out.
As blade scraped against scabbard, a piercing ring of refined iron exploded into the air.
Clang!
Li Su drew a cavalry sword longer than his own body.
The next instant, his tiny body erupted with another earthshaking roar—pain, but an even greater