The blazing light of the saber was held in his right hand, while the piercing cold wind guarded his left.
He was already so strong, why not kill everything before him till nothing was left?
At that moment, besides the desolate horn, the sound of war drums started again.
"Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom!"
The heavy sound of the war drums was dull yet powerful, each beat seemed to hammer into Du Chengfeng's heart.
This made his blood surge.
Yes, this was it. This was what he wanted.
Blood was boiling, and the whole world was about to burn along with it.
Blood was flowing, and not a single living being in front of him would be spared!
"...Wait?"
Just as Du Chengfeng was about to ride out, he suddenly paused.
Blood was flowing?
He raised a hand to wipe the wetness from his face and only then realized that the gushing nosebleed had already covered half of his face.
"When did this happen?"
Instinctively, Du Chengfeng looked up toward the direction of the drum sounds.
