With the Blade-Chapter 56 - 52: Slaying the Shaman (Part 2)

The blazing light of the saber was held in his right hand, while the piercing cold wind guarded his left.

He was already so strong, why not kill everything before him till nothing was left?

At that moment, besides the desolate horn, the sound of war drums started again.

"Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom!"

The heavy sound of the war drums was dull yet powerful, each beat seemed to hammer into Du Chengfeng’s heart.

This made his blood surge.

Yes, this was it. This was what he wanted.

Blood was boiling, and the whole world was about to burn along with it.

Blood was flowing, and not a single living being in front of him would be spared!

"...Wait?"

Just as Du Chengfeng was about to ride out, he suddenly paused.

Blood was flowing?

He raised a hand to wipe the wetness from his face and only then realized that the gushing nosebleed had already covered half of his face.

"When did this happen?"

Instinctively, Du Chengfeng looked up toward the direction of the drum sounds.

Over there, bonfires shot up to the sky, illuminating the night.

Twelve elderly men danced around the bonfire, adorned in what could hardly be called clothing, more like random strips of fabric piled together. Yet these dirty and seemingly mad individuals danced with a solemn sacredness. Despite their skinny limbs, their movements were robust and powerful, like ancient warriors from a distant past depicted in scrolls.

They held large drums and horns, interweaving the desolate horn sounds with the heavy drumbeats, mixed with intricate and lengthy incantations, turning this bloody battlefield solemn for a moment.

"War! War! War!"

Accompanied by the horns and drumbeats, those incantations seemed to drill into Du Chengfeng’s mind.

"War! War! War!"

The evil qi of the weapons, which Du Chengfeng thought he had tamed, rose up once more.

This made his eyes even more bloodshot.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

His muttering gradually began to sync with the incantations; Du Chengfeng was about to ride off.

Yet, the warhorse he rode made no movement.

Not just the horse, even Du Chengfeng himself did not move.

He couldn’t move, completely unable to move. At this moment, his body was entirely controlled by the heavy rhythm of the drums. Amidst the urgent drumbeats, he couldn’t resist the urge to dismount.

"Can’t dismount! Absolutely can’t dismount!"

Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth.

Regardless of anything, he couldn’t dismount. He had to leave immediately, after all, even if he was slow, he couldn’t fail to realize by now that the cause of all these changes were those dancing men by the distant bonfire.

This unknown secret technique was truly terrifying; he didn’t even realize what had happened before his entire body was under their control.

It wasn’t just his body.

Even his consciousness was teetering on the brink.

The evil qi of the weapons surged once more, and chaotic voices filled his ears, mixed with distant incantations, urging him to move forward and kill the enemy—if it were just this, he might still have been able to resist slightly, but the key was that the killing intent brought by this evil qi was indeed the correct choice.

Yes, just killing those twelve dancing men in the distance would suffice.

Just chopping off their heads could solve everything. It seemed like the most correct decision.

Just walking over and strangling them...

"No! No!"

Even as his rationality agreed with the evil qi of the weapons, the last vestiges of Du Chengfeng’s consciousness were frantically sounding an alarm.

In his mind, which was in utter turmoil, what he could think of, could those controlling him, the grassland dancers, not have anticipated?

"It’s a trap! It’s a snare! Dismounting and moving forward will certainly lead to death!"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng desperately tried to control his body.

However, this resistance was meaningless.

As the drumbeats became more urgent, his body eventually moved in accordance with the rhythm of the drums.

No matter how much Du Chengfeng resisted, gritting his teeth, he still began uncontrollably to dismount.

"No... No! Quick! Do something!"

With the last of his strength, as he was about to dismount, Du Chengfeng knocked over the saddlebag on the horse’s back.

Just as the sword in his hand trusted him.

He completely trusted these weapons.

"Clang—"

Weapons clattered to the ground, causing a metallic clamor.

And as Du Chengfeng was about to hit the ground, his body crashed down due to this violent motion.

As pain shot through his body, Du Chengfeng instead regained some awareness.

This instinctively made him reach for the scattered weapons nearby.

Whether it was the ancient great axe or the heavy great saber, at this moment, having any weapon in hand would add an extra layer of security to his life.

But just as Du Chengfeng grabbed the weapon closest to him, he was taken aback.

It wasn’t the ancient great axe from the northern deserts, nor was it his accustomed heavy great saber.

But something longer.

It was the Broken Horse Long Saber, reaching over five feet in length.

"I’ve drawn the worst lot..."

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

The heavy great saber was his usual weapon, the ancient great axe had already been blooded by him, but this Broken Horse Long Saber, though he had polished it after acquiring it, had never actually been wielded in battle.

In other words, he wasn’t very familiar with this saber.