Chuxi’s Anger

There was no tragedy of thousand armies and ten thousand horses. There was no heroism of having spears like forests and arrows like rain. Yet the battle situation was still so tragic before their eyes. Even the moon had hid within the dark clouds, as if it could not bear to look on anymore and only revealed an obscure and dim moonlight.

The tragic screams stopped. There were about over ten corpses lying on the ground. Among the ten plus figures that surrounded him, only the Fifth Elder was standing alone and holding his sword. His clothes had already been soaked with fresh blood and his whole body was densely covered with cuts and bruises. Yet he still guarded Second Elder at the front with all his life.

"Looks like I cannot leave this time." Fifth Elder laughed with a hoarse voice.

"I had initially thought of seeing Chuxi that little brat one more time. Looks like I don't have that opportunity anymore." Second Elder looked at him and laughed with regret.