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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The repeated voices greeting the Master of Divine Martial were as loud as thunder.


The sound of blades humming was incessant.


Gongliang Zimo felt as if a heavy hammer struck his head. At this moment, both he and the black-armored military general overseeing the Flying Dragon Battleship thought of the words spoken before their earlier clash. They went through numerous changes in expression, feeling regret and realization, ultimately revealing a bitter look.


The previously spirited Taoist now looked utterly dejected, saying:


"The whole world knows that the Master of Divine Martial uses force to traverse the world, ranking as supreme. At the Northern Frontier, a single sword cut ended a decade-long border turmoil, yet they all forgot. The four words 'Master of Divine Martial' naturally don't belong to just one person."


Wang Anfeng no longer responded, only saying:


Chapter 1360 - Chapter 36: Return Gift (Double-Length)