A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

The voice traveled to the summit of Jungji, shaking the misty mountains.


The cry that went up, the crowd nearly drowned in fear, gasped a deep breath.


Yes, the Sword God, there is still the Sword God!


The crowd realized that Dongfang Bubai, who stood atop the tall stone platform, his usual calm expression, began to show a trace of change.


This kind of change was not seen even when confronted by the joint forces of five great masters.


His gaze no longer lingered on the Jianghu folk below, instead looking towards the Fengshan Stone Steps.


Something, or someone, was drawing his attention.


At the summit of Jungji, thousands of Jianghu people turned their heads as if by some tacit agreement.


Footsteps sounded lightly as two figures appeared, walking side by side.


The crowd's eyes skipped the elder with white hair, focusing instead on the handsome, otherworldly young man in green.


Chapter 187: Sword God Dongfang, Battle of the Pinnacle! (9.277k)_3