A wind was blowing.
ng Yu stood there quietly, looking far more inconsequential than the towering city walls, like an insignificant ant.
With a flip of his hand, the Red Leaf Wooden Sword appeared again in his grasp.
"Many in Jianghu call the Fiery Young Master, believing to be an expert in using fire," he said.
Countless eyes watched ng Yu as many giants of the Martial World, who had lived in seclusion for long, now gathered before Iron Chain Pass.
The information about ng Yu was very detailed. His most powerful martial skill was the Fiery Divine Art. The Fire Crows covered the skies like a flood and were indestructible in attack. Furthermore, King Zhou and others believed that since ng Yu was a spellcaster, his weakness must be close combat. Thus, they set up an ambush to attack him when all the advantages were on their side. A swarm of fighters rushed in, but ng Yu exhibited exquisitely unparalleled swordsmanship, breaking through their ranks, and then with a sky full of Fire Crows, burned many to death.
But why was he talking about this now?
He stood there plainly, holding a black iron sword in his hand.
"Actually, everyone has misunderstood . I am not so fire-wielding spellcaster. In fact, what I am really good at is using the sword," he clarified.
The city wall, reaching up to seventy feet and thousands of kiloters in thickness, lay before ng Yu like a giant dragon.
This First Grade long sword was not enchanted with any talisman. Its only advantage was its toughness, made from the finest tal allowing endless build-up of strength.
The long sword began to tremble intensely, as if sothing was about to burst forth.
"Spellcasting is rely a hobby of mine. I have devoted my daily energy to swordsmanship, though I never had the opportunity to use the sword," he said.
White Crane Swordsmanship, aside from those intricate techniques used in combat against foes, also took into consideration fighting against huge beasts or trendous numbers of enemies. Hence, there was such a strike, where your companions engaged the enemy while you built up power, then struck with all your might.
Wind-Slicing Strike was exactly that, a kill shot delivered with twelvefold power.
Saturating the Robes with Eighteen Falls, not only could one Borrow Force to Strike, using successive transfers to avoid damage, but also stack layers of True Qi within the body. Like a spring, it would gather the strongest force before erupting.
Three cultivation techniques began to circulate within ng Yu. For ten whole minutes, he stood there beneath the city.
The next mont, ng Yu made his move.
He struck only once.
That single strike was resplendently brilliant, thunderous like lightning, tumultuous like a tidal wave. Upon its release, no other splendor in the heavens and earth could rival it.
All that stood in the way of the long sword—the grass, the walls, even the dust in the air—disappeared under that one strike.
Cleave, shatter, and destroy!
That was the White Crane Swordsmanship, that was Wind-Slicing Strike, that was the devastating strike.
This was the stroke ng Yu had comprehended in his life and death struggle against five hundred Qi Refinent Practitioners.
This was the inspiration ng Yu had conceived after countless sword training sessions.
The sword Qi, like a hurricane, swept past like the wind. The twenty-ter-high wall, under the glare of the scorching sun, now had a three-ter-tall void, with edges that spread down to three feet below. The gaping black hole silently told a tale, this strike had even scraped the ground bare!
The sword Qi surged forward, onward, ever forward!
No one knew the depth of the pitch-black void, but everyone felt the ground shake.
The edge of the hole was not smooth. Because of gravity, the broken slabs beca jagged, like the teeth of a wolf. Simultaneously, much of the earth and rocks began to crumble around it.
The people standing on the city wall were not injured, but they were scared silly, their bladders and bowels losing control. Then, in the next mont, the wall that was like a giant dragon began to collapse, turning a thirty-ter-long section of the wall into ruins.
With the wall's protection gone, the wind suddenly picked up, and the howling sound it carried was like the charging of wild beasts.
Or perhaps, it felt like facing an unimaginably terrifying leviathan.
This was a wall twenty ters high and more than thirty ters long—could it really be that this person had destroyed it with a single sword strike?
There were no cheers or leaps for joy, for everyone was so astounded that their mouths were agape.
Why am I here?
Am I dreaming?
This has got to be a joke, right?
That was like the great dragon, a fortress-like city wall!
"I yield."
On top of the city, countless faces conveyed extre horror. This included a few faces that ng Yu recognized; they had betrayed Qingfeng Gate.
"The year before last, Master Su ca to find , urging to think of all the living beings in the world and to have rcy on the countless populace.
I greatly admired Master Su, and her compassion moved . Besides, coming from a poor background myself, it didn't take much for her to convince , and since then, I have been all out in my support for the Imperial Court to help the Divine Martial King quell the turmoil in Jiangnan as soon as possible.
Moreover, the Divine Martial King claid he had pacified the Jiangnan chaos, but he concealed Master Su's contributions. It was Master Su who eliminated the Fragrance Sect Leader and those elders, paving the way for his overwhelming victories and the usurpation of triumph.
At the ti, Master Su feigned injury, and then, without taking a penny, she quietly left, not wishing for others to know."
ng Yu approached Su Qingqing and nodded to her.
"Ladies and gentlen, I am Su Qingqing."
Su Qingqing took a step forward, her body floating in the air.
"King ng Tian is a very kind and compassionate man. Since he left his seclusion, he has only been farming and saving people at Qingfeng Fortress. If not for the betrayal by King Zhou and others, he wouldn't even bother with them.
To King ng Tian, the so-called glory and wealth, the feudal titles and lands, were no more than fleeting clouds. But back then, the Imperial Court asked to intervene and make King ng Tian bow his head. I felt very sorry about that, and I even advised King ng Tian to just destroy this rotten dynasty. However, King ng Tian, with his high moral standards, said he didn't want to cause more killings... but he was also worried about not being repaid for his kindness, so I stepped in to assure him!"
Of course, Su Qingqing was talking nonsense, but her gibberish was under the orders of Bai Qianqian.
Fifteen days ago, Bai Qianqian was scared away by ng Yu, but she couldn't let go of her research on the spirit field, especially since she cared about her reputation. Wouldn't it sound too embarrassing to have run away?
ng Yu was so amiable that she wanted to abduct him to beco her direct disciple... If she had such a disciple to accompany her in her old age, she wouldn't have to live in fear every day and could peacefully farm.
Thus, the rabbit hesitated for a few days and then returned to ng Yu's side. After all, ng Yu's Fire Crow Formation required ti to build up, and she could completely run away the mont ng Yu raised his hand. She didn't believe that as a Golden Core Master, she wouldn't be able to sense the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy when ng Yu was about to move and couldn't block one of ng Yu's attacks. As for escaping, who could be faster than a rabbit?
"Qingqing, can you be a bit nicer to ng Yu and cooperate more?"
That was how Bai Qianqian ordered Su Qingqing, and of course, Master Su agreed.
She had seen potential in ng Yu, wanting to support soone who t her standards and then overthrow the Great Wu Dynasty. A dynasty that had amassed too many non-human things over three hundred years, entrenched in the Imperial Court!
However, she never expected that ng Yu, whom she had high hopes for, would turn out to be so formidable.
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