The lyrics of his song were extremely presumptuous and seemed to be challenging the heavens. Around the body of that arrogant young man was an endless burning brilliance which was emerging into the atmosphere. His fist, which looked more like a sword, moved through the air and its incredible white glow crashed onto the seventh war drum which was smashed into pieces again and disappeared without leaving trace. That young man looked incredibly natural and unrestrained.
At that moment, Lin Feng finally stopped moving. His clothes and long hair were fluttering in the air. He looked frivolous, natural and unrestrained. His beautiful song was resonating in people’s minds over and over.
“In a towering rage, I rest under the whistling sound of rain.”
“Gazing into the distance, looking up to the heavens, I utter a long and loud cry. My chest feels painful.”
“Thirty soldiers now with the dust and earth, the moon and the clouds stretching as far as can see.”
“The young man’s hair turn white, he is filled with sorrow.”
“The humiliation of Duan Ren.”
“When the officials hate, they destroy.”
“On the back of the armored horses, going to the mountains armed with flowers.”
“With magnificent ideals in my mind yet starvation filling my stomach, I eat their flesh. To settle my thirst, I drink their blood.”
“Clearing from the beginning until the end, the mountains and lakes, moving towards the heavens.”
With such inspiring and exciting lyrics, Lin Feng had risen to the heavens. He was heroic.
In comparison, the song that Yue Tian Chen had sung a moment before was, indeed, nothing compared to this. Compared with Lin Feng, he actually seemed like a nobody.
Everybody looked calm and solemn but their passion had been ignited.