This time, the battle was entirely different from when they were in the Southern Chen.
Back in the Southern Chen, neither Du Chengfeng nor Wu Zhao was fighting with their full strength. Du Chengfeng adhered to his longstanding moral code, unwilling to wreak havoc, while Wu Zhao, though indifferent to others' lives, still had ties to the land where he once lived.
But here in this unfamiliar world, it was totally different.
Neither the land nor the people here had any connection to them.
As they fought, naturally, they were without any reservations.
Of course, Du Chengfeng wouldn't stoop so low as to attack ordinary people with no battle capability. As a warrior, he had his own pursuits—thus, the fierce fire blade, originally five zhang long, suddenly shortened, and the overwhelming heat was only aimed at the three Wu Zhao.
Surprisingly for Du Chengfeng, the Wu Zhao didn't choose to target those ordinary people either.
