Chapter 1138: 545 The Dragon Sparrow Sword recognizes its master, Yu Xiheng is Emperor Yin [2 more updates]
“Bang!”
The Dragon Sparrow Sword shot out with such speed that it created a gust of air, knocking the Feng family’s Supre Elder to the ground this ti.
He lay there on the ground, utterly dazed for quite so ti, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword had completely vanished from his sight.
The Feng family’s Supre Elder dumbly raised his head, staring at the empty scabbard in his hands, stupefied.
He had traveled the long distance to the Thousand Army Alliance not only to admire the sword that had accompanied Emperor Yin through his entire life but also to sketch its form to bring back to the Feng family—
And now, the sword he had barely managed to borrow was gone in less than five minutes?
What was even more unacceptable to the Feng family’s Supre Elder was that the Dragon Sparrow Sword had run off on its own!
If the Thousand Army Alliance were to question him and he were to explain as much, wouldn’t they think he was insane?
The Feng family’s Supre Elder shook his head, finally regaining so clarity of mind. He imdiately followed the sound of the sword cutting through the air and chased after it.
Xiao Wenjian was at the back door speaking his goodbyes to Yu Xiheng, “Mr. Yu’s bodyguards have not yet arrived. Wait for them before you leave, otherwise I can’t rest easy. Perhaps—”
It was at that mont that a bursting sound tore through the air.
“Bang, bang!”
The speed was so fast it sparked a series of sparks, almost bursting eardrums.
Xiao Wenjian stumbled and landed on his butt with a “smack.”
He looked up sharply just in ti to see the Dragon Sparrow Sword flying straight towards Yu Xiheng, his pupils contracting as he lost his composure; “Mr. Yu, be careful!”
Xiao Wenjian had no ti to wonder how the Dragon Sparrow Sword had suddenly taken flight, but he knew that the sword could slice through iron like mud, sharp enough to cut hair.
Under its blade, there were only souls, no survivors.
If this were to—
However, the bloody scene did not occur. The Dragon Sparrow Sword miraculously stopped ten inches away from Yu Xiheng and slowly descended, aligning with the position of his right hand.
Yu Xiheng’s eyes were deep black, and his hand had already ford into a fist, yet the Dragon Sparrow Sword did not move away, still trembling.
Xiao Wenjian’s mind had frozen. He stared at the Dragon Sparrow Sword, inexplicably reading a sense of grievance emanating from the cold weapon.
The Feng family’s Supre Elder also finally caught up, witnessing the sa scene. His eyes suddenly widened as his brain seed to be fiercely shaken, leaving his thoughts blank.
“The Dragon Sparrow Sword is sentient; to see the Dragon Sparrow Sword is to see Emperor Yin…”
“This treasured sword stayed by Emperor Yin’s side for nearly twenty years, tinged with the blood of countless foes in battles far and wide.”
“The Dragon Sparrow Sword has only one master, and that is Emperor Yin, only he could command the Dragon Sparrow Sword.”
In fact, Emperor Yin was the posthumous title given to this young emperor after his death.
The character ‘Yin’ alone conveys great aning, representing the continuity of descendants.
Although Emperor Yin left no heirs, he created a Golden Age for the Great Xia, reviving the Great Xia Five States and protecting countless generations.
The Feng family’s Supre Elder stood frozen, staring ahead.
The man sat in a wheelchair, dressed in a dark grey suit, ticulously buttoned up to the top. Despite the modern attire, it evoked mories of the Xia dynasty from fifteen hundred years ago, in an age of great contention, so powerful and respected.
Even if
The Feng family’s Supre Elder knelt down with a “thud,” opening his mouth to stutter, “Your, your, your…”
Xiao Wenjian too finally recovered from the shock and followed suit by kneeling down.
Yu Xiheng was silent for a mont, seemingly sighing with a hint of helplessness before he said indifferently, “Stand up.”
Only then did he grasp the Dragon Sparrow Sword.
The sword finally ceased its trembling.
“Brother Nine, we—” Feng San stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Xiao Wenjian and the Feng family’s Supre Elder kneeling on the ground.
He wondered if Yu Xiheng had sohow forced the Alliance Leader of the Thousand Army Alliance to kneel.
He then thought that such an act was more Si Fuqing’s style.
But they held no grudge against the Thousand Army Alliance!
“Wait outside.” Yu Xiheng wheeled around, his voice distant, “Co with .”
The Feng family’s Supre Elder and Xiao Wenjian snapped out of their daze and imdiately followed Yu Xiheng into the Thousand Army Alliance headquarters.
Feng San stood there, completely baffled.
It took him several minutes to collect himself before his shaking fingers dialed Si Fuqing’s phone number. He stuttered, “Miss Si, Brother Nine seems to have had a conflict with the Thousand Army Alliance…”
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Inside the Thousand Army Alliance.
Since arriving in the modern era, Yu Xiheng had only entered the Thousand Army Alliance once before.
But as the forr headquarters of the Thousand Army Alliance, the layout and design hadn’t changed much from ancient tis; even the architectural plans had been drawn by him. Thus, he navigated with ease.
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