Tears welled from Mu Bai's eyes. He paid no heed to technique, slashing at everyone he saw. With a sweep of his sword, a head rolled across the ground; with a thrust, a body fell.
"Kill!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill this demon!"
"In our next lives, we'll still be members of the Eastern Nether Great Tribe!"
Du Zhong charged at the forefront without fear of death, meeting every sword stroke head-on, trading blood for blood. Mu Bai did not defend either. His sword moved faster, slicing through the artery in Du Zhong's neck in a single stroke and sending blood gushing out.
"Kill..."
More members of the Eastern Nether Great Tribe swarmed around him. Mu Bai took a great stride and plunged straight into the crowd. Blades flashed before his eyes, and flesh and blood flew.
Du Zhong propped himself up with his sword and stood dazed, reaching up to cover the fountain of blood at his neck. Blood kept spraying out.
"Zhong'er! Zhong'er..."
Du Lang struggled frantically to reach Du Zhong's side, his heart aching beyond measure, but Mu Bai's sharp-hooked chain held him fast. Even in his utmost frenzy, he could not get close.
"Grandpa... it doesn't hurt..."
Du Zhong's breathing quickened, blood gushing from his neck.
"Zhong'er, oh, Zhong'er, Grandpa has failed you, Zhong'er..."
Thud!
Du Zhong fell backward with a smile on his face. Blood still spurted, but he no longer breathed.
"Ah... Zhong'er! Give me back my Zhong'er, you demon..."
Du Lang's blood surged backward, his eyes crimson. Baring his teeth, he lunged madly at Mu Bai.
"Get out of my way! Get out of my way..."
By now, Mu Bai had also killed himself into a frenzy. The Eastern Nether Great Tribe's members hacked wildly at him, determined to land a slash on Mu Bai