The two men's arrival was of little use to Yetos. Even so, deep down, he was delighted-not because he was moved by their support, but because he felt an exhilarating sense of triumph.
If you knew the truth, just how much would you hate me right now? he wondered. Fortunately, their expressions and actions told him that neither had yet broken free of the deception.
Sometimes, being a fool was far easier and less taxing than being clever. Those words suited Qian Mu and Sun Ming perfectly at that moment.
Sun Ming's preferred weapons were a pair of enormous hammers. Cast from bronze, these Wolf-Tooth Cone Hammers weighed over a hundred and sixty jin and possessed terrifying power. Any head they touched would end up like a burst watermelon.
Qian Mu's favored weapon was a Black Python Crescent Blade. Its shaft weighed twenty jin, and its blade sixty-nine. The long, curved blade had a thick spine cast with diamond-shaped spikes, and a bird-beak-shaped opening in its center could catch an enemy's long weapon and wrench it away. In the hands of a man who had practiced with it since childhood, it was a living instrument of slaughter.
Over the years, the two had seen countless battlefields and fought through struggles that would have left ordinary men without even bones to bury. The soldiers around them could scarcely imagine how tenacious they had been along the way, or how powerful those years of bathing in blood had made them.
Seeing them about to attack Qi Qing, many soldiers immediately broke away to block their path.
In their fury, why would either man care about these ants standing in their way? The hammers and great blade swept down with unstoppable force, stirring up a storm of blood. Heads struck the ground in