In a bloody battlefield akin to Abi Hell, an Evil Qi humanoid donned in a tattered dragon robe was holding a Longsword, staring blankly.

The desire for slaughter urged it on, it should quickly do something with the sword in its hand, such as rush forward with the sword and kill the enemy not far away—it indeed tried to do so, charging over twenty times under the encirclement of those surrounding Evil Qi humanoids, following the command of that Odd-shaped Halberd.

And then, it was shattered by a human-sized hammer more than twenty times. Relying only on a sword to break through that level of attack range was still somewhat too difficult.

Moreover, it was somewhat confused.

If it was to kill that Golden-Winged Roc, it would have no hesitation, for that Golden-Winged Roc was originally the transformation of the steppe khan, giving it a reason to kill him. If it had to kill that massive giant, it would exert all its strength, as there was a deep-seated hatred between it and the massive giant.

But the one in front, he should be called Du Chengfeng?

Why should it go and kill him?

Kill is a kill, it seemed there was no need for any reason, after all, those surrounding Evil Qi humanoids were all killing under the command of that Odd-shaped Halberd, and it naturally had to follow along with the other Evil Qi humanoids under the command of that halberd...

"No!"

Its gaze suddenly shifted to that halberd.

Why was it being commanded by this halberd?

Even if it was merely a lingering resentment, it was at least still clad in a dragon robe, what was this halberd that it was worthy of commanding it?

It seemed it indeed was worthy.

After all, it was killed by the holder of this halberd, not even directly killed, merely two flaming feathers drifting down from the sky ended its life.

So to say...

"Shouldn’t I kill you first?"

Thinking this, the intent to kill in its heart was already directed at that figure holding the halberd.

But this hatred was ultimately hidden carefully, just because it couldn’t truly go over and kill it—not to mention when it was alive it was killed by that monster with ease, just a wisp of resentment left behind, it couldn’t possibly confront that halberd.

Let alone it, even if paired with those around it, it wouldn’t work.

The resentful humanoids around it, it still had some impressions of them, after all, they were masters it recruited when it was still alive to deal with the massive giant, originally expected by it that these masters cultivated by various clans, coupled with the Divine Soldiers they held, even if they couldn’t bring down the massive giant, would at least count as a powerful force. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

But who could have thought, with just a swing of that Odd-shaped Halberd, these so-called masters, along with those Divine Soldiers, all turned to ash.

They couldn’t oppose that halberd, only driven by that halberd to kill the enemies it pointed to.

Even though as just a lingering hatred it could no longer think normally, it still recalled a rather fitting example—a story known as "being an accomplice to the tiger." It’s said that after being killed, a ghost might haunt the killer, but after being devoured by a tiger, the ghost couldn’t confront the tiger at all, only becoming a servant ghost, luring more passersby there, leading them to their deaths by the tiger’s mouth.

At this moment, it just felt that the halberd was like the tiger, and the remnants of resentment and hatred left by these dead were the servant ghosts created by that halberd.

They had no way to escape, no way to resist.

Not even a way to die.

In this bloodied battlefield akin to Abi Hell, even death was a luxury—or it could be said they had long been dead, just leaving behind this lingering hatred out of unwillingness before death.

Merely being vestiges of will, the concept of death didn’t exist for them.

They could only charge, again and again, releasing their intent to kill, until everything before them was utterly slaughtered.

So this time, it charged forward once more.

But this time, it didn’t hurry to attack, instead subtly timing a beat—just when the human-sized hammer in the hands of the one called Du Chengfeng dissipated once again, it happened to charge up at the right moment, allowing the opponent to grab its ankle.

Yes, that was its purpose, its only way of revenge.

"Since I can’t do it, you surely can!"

At this moment, the killing intent in its heart was exceedingly intense.

"Pick me up! Kill him! Avenge me!"

"...Hmm?"

Du Chengfeng lowered his head to look at his right hand.

Clearly he remembered, he was supposed to be holding the leg of an Evil Qi humanoid, as for whose leg, who would remember such details—yet what was in his hand now wasn’t a human leg at all.

It was plainly, the hilt of a sharp sword.

The sword was three feet long, with a seven-inch hilt, the entire sword was slender and sharp, the sword guard engraved with fierce dragon patterns—just a touch, Du Chengfeng inexplicably felt the name of the sword.

Emperor’s Sword.

Or rather, the Emperor’s hatred.

Despite being the Emperor’s Sword, it held no legendary command over the world, the sword was imbued only with the last hatred and unwillingness of an emperor before he died.

It was extreme, hatred.

And also the purest, killing intent.

"Kill!!!"

The moment the blade swung, Du Chengfeng seemed to hear shouts of killing emanating from the sword in his hand.