The Great River surged on, like waters from the Nine Heavens, flowing east without end.
North of the Great River's northern bank, countless corpses lay strewn across the ground, their baleful aura rising into the clouds. Countless ragged soldiers of the Taiping Army wore only thin garments, yet not a trace of fear showed on their faces. Their faces, darkened by years of exposure to the sun, were filled with fury.
Thump, thump, thump!
These were not war drums, but the sounds of striking. Countless Taiping soldiers poured all their anger at the world's injustice into those blows.
"We want to live!"
"Cross the river!"
Roaring, they advanced together, blades swinging, flesh and blood flying, corpses strewn across the ground.
Everyone who witnessed it was shaken.
With Zhang Jue personally taking the field, the strength of the Taiping Army's fighting spirit exceeded everyone's expectations.
Luo Xiao stood behind the army. The words Zhang Jue had spoken before entering battle still seemed to echo in his ears. "Duke Ziling, you acknowledge neither sovereign nor the Way, neither law nor Heaven. You have no human heart."
Neither sovereign nor the Way, neither law nor Heaven!
Those words truly described Luo Xiao perfectly. Having no human heart struck at the very root of it. He was indifferent to almost everything; who knew what could move him?
"Then what does someone like you actually care about?
"Perhaps even you don't know.
"But I believe I've guessed. Today, I'll put it to the test on the battlefield and help you understand your heart, Duke Ziling."
Luo Xiao spread his hands, feeling the wind that kept blowing toward him across the battlefield. It carried the damp moisture from beside the Great River, mingled with the smell of blood and the cold smoke peculiar to a battlefield.