Capítulo 1225: Chapter 235: Duties of the Divine Martial Mansion Master (Double-Length)
The two jade dallions gently swayed in the mountain wind as they passed through Bloody Canyon.
The atmosphere solidified in that mont.
Yet apart from the two individuals involved, no one else noticed the subtle shift; they were consud by fear and calculation, but for those who recognized the jade dallions, emotions surged like turbulent waves in their hearts.
The faces of forty-eight black-armored soldiers changed coldly and swiftly.
The man in Mingguang Armor wore a mask on his face, obscuring any chance of reading his expression. However, a palpable wave of energy rose instantly from his ancient, yet immaculately clean armor, spreading outward.
The armor’s ticulously polished plates emitted a chilling whistle.
The rock walls on both sides collapsed again with a thunderous crash, and the weapons planted next to the corpses buzzed loudly.
The visible energy wave transford into a fierce tiger, lunging forward.
Wang Anfeng’s saber blade cut forward, standing unmoving, splitting the tiger-like energy wave in half. The wave continued past, causing his clothes and the black hair at his temples to flutter, while low saber hums emanated from the blade, resonating gently.
The man’s gaze fell upon the white jade on Wang Anfeng’s collar, pausing. Then, a voice filled with an intense emotion escaped from his throat; predominantly, it was hatred, resentnt, and the murderous intent birthed from these feelings.
“So, it’s you…”
Gu Qinghan’s pupils contracted abruptly; in that instant, his body seed to lose all warmth, instinctively stepping forward, the dagger in his hand springing out as his body bent slightly, back arched beneath the green mountains.
Without making a move, purely the killing intent placed him in a state of battle readiness, with a sharp awareness of the looming threat of death.
Sheng Zhehan took a deep breath, setting the strong bow in his hand, cold sweat sticking to his palm.
He had no confidence in causing any harm at this distance—even absurd, considering his upbringing in an archery noble clan, later cultivating with finger techniques, leveraging Qinggong to maneuver. Yet, at this range, his eyesight failed to clearly perceive the person opposite him.
It’s not a lack of ocular power.
It was as if the man possessed an invisible fla that subtly diverted Sheng Zhehan’s gaze, reluctant to et directly; he pursed his lips, his strong bow trembling slightly, releasing an arrow that spun outward, only to be deflected mid-air by Wang Anfeng’s blade, slashed apart.
The arrow fell to the ground.
Sheng Zhehan paused in confusion, along with Gu Qinghan, looking towards Wang Anfeng incredulously. Wang Anfeng raised his hand, discarding the broken saber on the ground, and held a saber identical in style to the Great Qin Broad Saber, saying, “Do not interfere in this matter.”
Wang Anfeng gazed at the white jade on the man’s collar, filled with fury.
His mind flashed with various scenes: the famous general arriving like an old friend across endless green waves, the final battle where aged soldiers with white hair gathered from all corners of the land, i Wangsheng voluntarily confined for twenty years, the legend of single-handedly defeating nations by a mansion, the white-haired old soldiers laughing boldly…
The rest is up to you all.
It’s what countless individuals steadfastly upheld, never abandoning even to their last breath, now rendered almost ridiculous under the jade plaque symbolizing the core of Divine Martial Mansion ahead.
Great Wilderness Stronghold, pillaging the realms for over twenty years.
Countless innocent lives, be they Qin, Six Kingdoms, or Western Regions, fell beneath the infamous cavalry of Great Wilderness Stronghold, charging in wedge formations, swift as wind, the source of tales that could quiet children’s cries at night, now all gathered here.
How was it possible for re bandits to accomplish such feats?
How were they able to co and go like the wind?
Why didn’t the thirty-six nations of the Western Regions capture them?
The plain white jade fluttered slightly in the wind, then clashed against the Mysterious Armor.
Because they employed the Divine Martial Mansion tactics that swept the land single-handedly twenty years ago.
“This is a matter between and him, between us.”
It is the duty of the Divine Martial Mansion Master.
Wang Anfeng raised his gaze slightly, locking onto the masked man ahead, gripping his saber tightly, then took a decisive step forward. Gu Qinghan couldn’t help but call out, aware that Wang Anfeng, known as Blade Madman, faced a formidable foe not of ordinary Fourth Rank caliber, especially considering a Fourth Rank general backed by elite subordinates made his true strength extraordinarily difficult to judge.
But in that mont, Gu Qinghan saw the masked man opposite sneer, likewise proceeding inexplicably to abandon his subordinates, drawing a straight-edged long saber in his right hand, advancing towards Wang Anfeng.
“So the offspring of those cowards from there still have so courage.”
“Not bad.”
The man sneered coldly, suddenly stepping forward with his saber held in both hands, slashing fiercely, tearing out an ominous wind. Wang Anfeng gripped the long handle with both hands, imdiately striking with an almost identical technique, from nearly the sa angle.
The two sabers clashed instantly, blade against blade, emitting a ringing tallic hum.
……
Earthenware wine bowls clinked together, producing a clear sound.
Great Qin, Jiangnan Road.
The Western Regions were rely greening slightly, yet Great Qin’s Jiangnan flaunted a splendid array of flowers. Bluestone paths, river waters winding through the city, alongside the rivers, tens of li of willow trees ford embanknts, and pedestrians strolling, enjoying the scenery, ca and went endlessly.
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