When the wind outside Yanmen Pass filled my throat with the smell of blood and rust, I was holding the broken knife of my fellow villager Agou.
His body was nailed to the flagpole by the Northern Barbarian monks. Among the twelve brothers roaring like tigers, I was the only one left who could still breathe.
"A small soldier is willing to stand in my way?" Tuoba Lie put his black iron sword on my neck, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm made my ribs creak.
I stared at the Tiger Roar badge hanging around his waist. It was the trophy he took after slaughtering my brother.
Blood seeped into the soil along the back of the knife, and suddenly something hot poured into the Dantian.
Agou's wide-eyed eyes before dying, Lao Zhang's hand that was still swinging a spear after being split in two, even the most timid Xiao Shunzi biting off the enemy's throat... Those blazing fighting spirits seemed to come alive, condensing into a ball of scarlet air in my body.
The moment Tuoba Lie's knife penetrated, I laughed.
"You killed my twelve brothers." I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth, and the air suddenly exploded into a dazzling red light. "Now, it's my turn to collect interest."
