Chapter Thirty-One: I Have a Sword That Travels Ten Thousand

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Zhong Xuan's plump hands flickered rapidly, layers of powerful defensive spells forming a barrier in their path.

"Do I have the qualifications Even Zhong Xuanshun, who isn't the head of the family yet, doesn't count when he speaks. What you say counts even less!"

At the brink of life and death, he had nothing left to hold back.

His magical techniques were complex, yet presented with cleverness.

“Someone competed with him for the position of head, and he wasn't even as excited as you are. Brother Yi Wu, what is going on Could it be that you…”

Zheng Xuan's words flowed incessantly, and his hands moved swiftly as if they were flying.

"Hey! You're angry Got caught with your feelings"

"What are you afraid of people knowing"

Zhong Xuan was unusually agile, retreating while saying, "Anyway, once we get out of here, no one will remember what happened."

Fist strikes, heavy art water shield shatters.

The fist landed, shattering the stone wall with its heavy force.

All defensive techniques, no matter how powerful, cannot stop Wang Yiwu's advance.

"You can't get out!"

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He is already beyond anger.

Dragons have a reverse scale, if touched, one will die.

He knew this was Chong Xuan Sheng's deliberate way of provoking him.

But he didn't want to endure it anymore.

In the outside world, in the military, on the battlefield, and even in the capital city, he wasn't unfamiliar with such tactics.

Despite his capabilities, he chose to endure the situation.

Sometimes, the power of the world can be so overwhelming that even a fist can't stop it.

He endured it every time.

But he doesn't want to endure it anymore now.

In this hidden realm of Tianfu, where the shackles of worldly rules cannot reach him, Wang Yiwu no longer wishes to endure!

This is a test.

He is so powerful, why should he endure any longer

"Aren't you trying to anger me"

"I shall do as you wish!"

With a fist strike, a fierce wind arose.

This is a test.

Wang Yiwu is like a towering mountain, insurmountable by anything.

This punch instantly shattered all defensive spells, landing a direct blow to Chong Xuan Sheng's face.

The sound of the clean fracture was so vicious.

His enormous frame was blown back, almost out of the stone platform, before being pulled back by Jiang Wang.

"You've angered me!" Wang Yiwu could have punched Chong Xuan Sheng to pieces, but he didn't.

But instead, I'll strike down this fat man first, and then stride after him again: "Can you withstand my fury!"

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Jiang Wang put down Chongxuan Sheng with a clatter and turned to face Wang Yiwu.

This is Wang Yiwu, who fought five enemies single-handedly and almost blew them all up.

This is Wang Yiwu, who was praised by Jiang Mengxiong as the strongest Heaven-reaching Realm expert of his time.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang stood before Chong Xuan Sheng, facing him directly.

Just because he said one thing. "You can rest assured."

From the Cloud Kingdom to the Qi Kingdom, mountains and rivers are far apart.

Throughout this journey, I have lived a simple life, traveling from place to place in pursuit of my dreams.

He never slacked off for a moment.

Because as soon as he stopped, the horrors of Maple Forest replayed in his mind over and over again.

That was the place where he was born and raised, where he had cried and laughed.

> Everyone is dead, and those who are alive must bear what

He couldn't leave this responsibility to Jiang An'an. As her older brother, he could only bear it himself.

Along the way, his magic grew increasingly powerful, but he never truly drew his sword.

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Even he himself doesn't know how powerful this sword will be when it leaves its sheath.

I have a sword, which has traveled thousands of miles.

From the distant Fenglin City of Zhuang State, he journeyed all the way to Qi territory.

All the wind, frost, rain and dew along the way are contained within it.

Are you ready... to draw your sword

Even before the sword was drawn, Wang Yiwu's eyes grew heavy with seriousness.

He didn't originally intend to kill Chong Xuan Sheng in one go, but at this moment, he had no choice but to unleash his full power.

The wind howled.

Wang Yiwu's feet were still moving forward, while Jiang Wang remained standing with his sword drawn.

A young man with white hair and a hawk-eyed soldier.

An unsheathed sword, and a thrown fist.

At this time, the ratio was five enemies to one.

Those who still had fighting strength, of course, would not just sit back and watch them decide the outcome first.

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Li Longchuan's two arrows were ineffective, he spat blood and retreated, but his feet remained planted on the ground, and his hands remained steady.

He pulled his eyepatch down, covering his eyes directly.

Though the journey hasn't reached its destination, my heart has already arrived.

The intent has arrived before the arrow.

The heart is in the present, and the intention is in the arrow's flight.

This is the arrow of intent.

As soon as he thought about it, the arrow was already in front of Wang Yiwu.

This arrow roared and spun, like a wisp of core-dark tempest.

When it strikes, it seems gentle. When it falls, the earth cracks and mountains crumble!

Ding!!!

Wang Yiwu punched the arrowhead, releasing a thunderous roar.

And at that very moment, Jiang Wang drew his sword.

This sword, traveled thousands of miles, its splendor is indescribable.

This sword embodies Jiang Wang's every insight and devotion to the kendo he has cultivated up to this point. It is a sword born from the depths of his soul.

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If you have ever seen the sun and moon hang in the sky,

If you have ever seen a sky full of stars.

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Then you have seen this sword.

This is a sword that pierces through the sun, moon, and stars!

It met Wang Yiwu's selfless killing fist.

Sound, as if there was no sound.

Light and shadow, as if all frozen.

Jiang Wang's sword tip, froze at the surface of Wang Yi Wu's fist.

Suddenly.

Then, a single drop of blood fell from Wang Yiwu's fist, which was as hard as iron.

This drop of blood seemed to break the frozen moment.

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Suddenly, a violent wind swept through, and the sea of clouds outside the stone platform churned!

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Wang Yiwu retreated two steps and let his right arm droop.

This was the first time since the start of the war that he had been truly wounded.

This was also the first time that he was truly driven back.

And in Jiang Wang's hand, the entire sword shattered instantly.

Not even fragments remained, shattered into metal powder, like dust scattering in the wind.

It's a pity. Jiang Wang thought to himself.

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If one had a good sword, this sword might truly disable Wang Yiwu's hand.

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He suddenly fell backward, landing squarely on Chong Xuan Sheng who had just managed to get to his feet.

"It's not over yet!"

After much deliberation, Xu Xiangqian seized the opportunity. He bit his left index finger and shouted: "Die!"

Even Wang Yiwu, who had previously underestimated his opponent, now found himself facing repeated setbacks and had to acknowledge the strength of his adversary.

Turning abruptly, he raised his left arm high, fist clenched like a hammer, ready to meet force with force.

Right at that moment, a streak of blood appeared, quickly flowing in a circle beneath his feet.

Immediately, a brilliant light erupted. Wang Yiwu felt his anger, fighting spirit, and killing intent all stirred, becoming tangible as they were drawn out and intertwined with Xu Xiangqian's blood.

A layer of blood-colored light cocoon flashed, with text moving on it, shrouding Wang Yiwu within.

Trapped in a cocoon spun from blood!

“Go!” Xu Xiangqian shouted, taking the lead and rushing towards the Sky-Piercing Pagoda.

He feigned a posture, just to trick Wang Yiwu into taking the bait.

What he sought was not to kill his enemies, but to trap them.

As long as they escape the Heavenly Mansion Secret Realm, they are victorious.

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Just then, Zhang Yong, who had been lying on the ground for half a day, suddenly flipped over and jumped up!

It turned out he hadn't lost his ability to move; he was most likely waiting for an opportunity to ambush. Even with his eyes still closed, he wasn't hindered in finding the way forward. He followed Xu Xiangqian into the Sky-Piercing Pagoda and fled.

Chong Xuan even surpassed Jiang Wang, carrying him on his shoulders and running faster than Zhang Yong. He dashed into the Tower of Heaven in a flash.

Li Longchuan was struck by the arrow of intention and, in his momentary daze, everyone else had already escaped. He didn't force it, and followed the others, squeezing into the Sky-Piercing Tower.

In that blood-red cocoon.

Wang Yiwu flew into a rage and swung his fist, but his state was no longer at its peak. The faint glow of the protective shield, though unable to harm anyone, proved surprisingly sturdy.

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Because this was a cocoon woven from his own anger, fighting spirit, and killing intent, it was as if he had bound himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four punches shattered the makeshift cage.

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But at this time, outside the Tower of Heaven, there was only Wang Yiwu left.

Especially noteworthy was Xuan Sheng's escape, which undoubtedly declared the failure of his journey.

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