Wild Horse was already tired of killing, but he didn't want to stop. He could no longer find a suitable opponent. Repeatedly swinging his sword had become a way to kill time. This made him have the desire to speak.
His 'tongue,' however, was in someone else's mouth.
She was standing beside Wild Horse with a small lamp in her hand. In the dim light, corpses were scattered everywhere like the scene of destruction after a tornado. With her head held high, she looked quite excited and a bit proud. "Dragon King, I know that you are here. Why not show up and have a fight to end the duel that you had with Wild Horse several years ago? This time, the two of you don't have to circle around…"
