Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
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"Is this what our ancestors sacrificed their lives for? Is this what they fought and died for?!"


"You are unworthy of the words 'Divine Martial'!"


Amidst the continuous tremors, a saber cry emerged. The saber blade of Wang Anfeng's heavy slash shattered the armor on the opponent's shoulder, embedding itself into the shoulder, yet he could advance no further, as a rough hand tightly grasped Wang Anfeng's wrist holding the saber.


In the recent skirmish, the opponent's strength was absolutely at a disadvantage against his, yet now they could forcibly hold back his force. The man in black armor gazed at him with calm eyes, even while resisting the violent and fierce Vigorous Qi, he spoke:


"Heh, I've suddenly lost the desire to kill you. You resemble someone I once knew."


Chapter 1227 - Chapter 235: Duties of the Divine Martial Mansion Master (Double-Length) (3)