Under the scorching sun of the Three Futian period, cold sweat trickled down my spine, soaking my short shirt.,Tushan Jun gave himself a firm pep talk, as if afraid that he would give in and retreat, so he used words to hold himself back.,The old village head's head detached from his stooped body, soaring high before rolling down, a spurt of blood reaching several feet, the metallic and sweet scent filling the air.。