He held the sword, just like an ordinary person.
Step by step, he moved to kill Xu Zimei.
He knew he was already defeated, that death was inevitable either way; he merely wished for a more honorable end, not such a disgraceful one.
Those present were also moved.
Even if it led to death, so what!
"Remember my name, Zi Qiufeng, Zhuo Bufan."
"Hidden King Temple, Wang Ying."
"Canglan Emperor Sect, Li Yuntian."
"Void Dharma Heaven, Wang Teng."
......…
Various names were called out, each with a sense of valiant sacrifice.
At this moment, they did not seek to bear Destiny, nor to survive; what they truly sought was to be remembered by the world.
To be content if their names were casually mentioned.
Humans are always like this, never fully quenching their greed.
From the very beginning, only wanting three meals a day and a place to stay.
To later, slowly desiring power, imperial dynasties, or unmatched supremacy.
