Qingwu Drunk

The enemies that fall at my feet are not the end, but the steps I offer toward the path to glory. My blade swept like a whirlwind, pointing directly at the more powerful opponent. They were either shocked or intimidated, but I just knew I was going to keep going. I ran forward, a flash of light erupted from behind me, and the fire instantly devoured those enemies who tried to stop me. Their screams echoed across the battlefield, but they were just the imprint of my footsteps. It's as if the flame is my scabbard, and every time I hold the blade, it's my determination to move to a higher peak. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.