Tang Ye was unable to identify what A-Ji tagged him on his scapula with. Nevertheless, Tang Ye felt energy sneak in, cutting off his true qi circulation. A-Ji retracted his arm casually, still smiling as always.
“Brother Yan Ling, … Read more
Tang Ye discerned the ear-splitting that he heard sound from the ring’s direction was a product of Ming Feizhen returning to fight Luo Ming. Never once was he convinced Luo Ming would succeed, … Read more
Electing the ten individuals to bestow with the highest status in the martial world is understandably a stringent process. Candidates from outside the Nine Provinces also have to be factored in for a chance, and the … Read more
“Your Majesty, Luo Ming is still there. Returning now is…”
Emperor Yuansheng disputed, “It’ll be fine with him accompanying us.”
Long Zaitian felt nothing but scepticism toward the bouncing bamboo in front of them. If anything, he questioned, that … Read more
What resembled charcoal fluffs descending was actually musky coal. The sky resembled a dust and smoke bomb’s testing ground. The only light in the vicinity was the burning flame ravaging everything on the mangled ground connected to the cauldron.… Read more
Prior to Ming Feizhen throwing the cauldron into the ether.
Emperor Yuansheng’s escort escorted him under Shen Yiren’s orders, while the rest of the martial arts community tailed along to the lake. Alas, somebody had already moved the moored … Read more
“Is Ming Feizhen your real name? I suppose it must be a mystery, one you can’t share with others. Who are you? Mount Daluo’s Ming Feizhen or Night Fortress’ master? Neither, I would say.” As … Read more
“Shaolin’s Yijin Jing consists of ten layers.”
“… Your point being?”
Whilst performing visual recon on Ming Feizhen’s reaction, Luo Ming answered, “Yijin Jing is Shaolin’s treasure. One of their eminent monks once said, ‘You cannot exchange the … Read more
“Hahaha, since you’ve been in my secret chamber, you should be aware I have a vengeance to take.”
“I do.”
“After grasping Repository Sword Theory and forging this sword, I, after ten years, finally see a chance … Read more
Besides Xiao Huangquan, Abels and the some others nearby, those far away had no idea who the white-haired youth was.
Ming Feizhen released Shen Yiren, then walked toward Luo Ming: “That’s… a pretty wicked broadsword.”
“It’s a sword.”… Read more
