Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

No matter if it was the numerous Imperial Guards attempting to block his path or those joining forces, with their weapons aimed at him, all fell one after another under the immense pressure from the heavens and the earth, falling with a thud one by one.


Chen Mu took another step forward, splashing in the water, creating a ripple.


The white jade bricks beneath his feet made a cracking sound, quietly showing a fissure, not just the white jade bricks here, but even the grand, majestic palace and the imposing corridors seemed to tremble under a terrifying impact.


There was no one left to reprimand him.


Nor was there anyone left to block his path.


Whether it was the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Supervisors, or even the Grandmasters guarding the palace, though they could withstand the terrifying pressure, their hearts trembled, their backs chilled, and sweat poured down like rain, all frozen in place, unable to move.


Revised: Chapter 464 In front of the Golden Luang Hall! (8k2)_4