The frenzy of the bird flapping its wings, the hungry tiger contesting fiercely.
The crazed giant bird named He Xiqing beat its wings, thirteen scimitars swirling into a tempest. The beast known as Du Chengfeng was equally relentless, alternating seventeen sharp knives, forcing the mad bird to be unable even to land.
"Give me a bite! Just give me a bite!"
He Xiqing flapped its wings, eyes bloodshot.
"Why won't you give me a bite? You don't even eat it yourself! Then why won't you give me a bite? Why do you have to oppose me? Why!"
"..."
Du Chengfeng remained silent.
Why? He himself didn't know, or perhaps he had never considered such things.
Was it to protect these people? Was the moral sense of the people of Taiping at play? Or did fighting at the forefront make him seem more heroic?
He didn't know; he had never thought about these things.
The Evil Qi surged through his body, the shouts in his mind converging into the most primitive and simple desire to kill.
