Wrestling Panda

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!"
Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.
Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.
A single ember can set the fields ablaze.
Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!
In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!
If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!
"Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—"
Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.
"Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

Remould the Glory of Sword Art

At the south gate of the Great Chu Imperial City, a thunderous sound erupted.


Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes, thrust out his fist, and collided with a punch from the little fellow in front of him. He grunted, taking a step back.


Duan Zhao fared much worse, being blown backwards a dozen yards by the formidable burst of energy. His toes tapped the ground several times before he finally managed to retreat back into the compartment of the rapidly approaching carriage.


Chapter 8 Are You Worthy?