BIAN
They were all bastards and trying to test the god of war, Bian's abilities. They will pay with their lives... no, they will not. For Bian, life was not enough after they tricked him and made Bian like a buffalo.
The assassins strike together, as any coward would. Several attacks escaped each time they could grind Bian with a sword. His body had been ripped apart, but he was impenetrable like the tall wall.
His thoughts were still on Kun's seven soldiers, which he mistook for enemies. Because of his stupidity, he accidentally sent troops to the afterlife.
What should they say to their families? Is one of them a child? Husband? Or is it a child?
All his thoughts were being converted into fuel, which distributes energy throughout the body.
After several minutes of attacking, the enemies were panting, drenched in sweat, and exchanging surprised looks.
The noise of the sword drawn from the scabbard drew their attention back to Bian. "Huh, he just drew his sword?"
Yes, the new Bian will take his responsibilities seriously.
He slowly drew the sword and then threw the sheath. He sauntered, emanating a demonic aura capable of silencing a crying baby.
The warriors were perplexed; they refused to attack and even retreated slowly.
"What exactly are you waiting for? Invitation?" Bian yelled. "Coward!"
"Don't be arrogant, okay?"
Two men launch an attack. Bian slashed, and two stomachs opened. The two attackers collapsed, resulting in a flood of blood. The other two men exchanged glances before turning their backs.
"Return! What exactly are you waiting for? "Their leader gave the order.
As the two turned around, Bian kicked one of them and stepped on its sprawling back. He then lifted another as high as he could.
Bian's sword was now entangled in the man's stomach. "Tell me who ordered you, or I'll torture you before I finish you."
He spits in Bian's face. "You bastard!"
Bian shouted in front of his face. Blood and cerebrospinal fluid poured out of the nose and ears simultaneously. Bian's strength caused their leader to tremble before turning around to flee.
Bian threw the man into their leader's back with his arms. He also kicked the man who had stepped on him.
Bian approached them and lifted them up until they couldn't step on the ground.
"Tell me, who ordered you, or will I finish you off using the power of my voice?!"
"We're sorry," their leader begged. "We don't know who he is, but he paid us to kill you. I apologize."
"Sir, please, forgive us." his friend quipped.
"You liar!" Bian screamed at the attackers' leader, causing his brain to melt and causing him to die instantly. The roar of a lion was indeed genuinely terrifying. He tossed the corpse around like a pillow.
The previous man peed his pants. He stammered his response. "Duke Han, Duke Han ordered us, sir. Please spare me. Sir, please."
"Han is a jerk. Inform Duke Han. The next time I see him, I will eat his heart. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"I-I understand, sir."
Bian threw him and let him flee.
"Duke of Han. Keep an eye out; you will pay for everything you do." Bian's fingernails slashed his palms, causing them to bleed.
The killing aura of Bian faded gradually. The slashes and stab wounds on his body started to bother him. He fell to one knee and vomited blood.
He fell slowly. "Quan, Lan, where are you guys?"