"I want to drink the blood of all you Tianshui cultivators!"
Dongfang Jingxing manipulated the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, countless resentful spirits swirling around him like a creature of the Demon Path, slaughtering the cultivators before him without restraint.
"Qi Cheng!
"What are you standing there for?
"Go on!
"Avenge His Majesty!"
Since childhood he suffered endless humiliation, and if it hadn't been for His Majesty taking him in, he would have starved or frozen to death on the streets long ago.
His Majesty is dead.
He might as well be dead.
"No."
Qi Cheng said solemnly, "Little Bamboo, we have to retreat!"
"What, what did you say?!"
Dongfang Jingxing shouted angrily, "His Majesty is dead, and you want to retreat? You coward, I'm going to kill you first!"
"I want to avenge His Majesty too, more than anyone else, but can't you calm down!!!"
