Flying Alone

Xuanqian Continent, where sects stood in great numbers and experts abounded.
The youth, Zhou Heng, with a mysterious black Broken Sword in his Dantian, emerged from Origin Stone Town and fought his way to claim a piece of the world in this grand era.
To the exceedingly wicked, kill!
To those who bullied my friends and family, kill!
To those who obstructed my path to enlightenment, kill!
On the path to the heavens, I tread with songs, with a sword in hand, I alone am honored under the heavens!

Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword

Zhou Heng dragged Han Yiyao along, following the pimp into an elegant bedroom filled with a fragrance that was intoxicating, suggestive, tempting one to let their imagination run wild.


A brothel was naturally a place for such activities, and the perfume sprinkled around carried a slight aphrodisiac effect, not very strong, but enough to add some excitement.


"Sir, please wait a moment. I will arrange for a girl right away!" the pimp greeted Zhou Heng with a nod and then scurried out of the room with a trot.


"What exactly do you want to do?" Han Yiyao looked at Zhou Heng with a cold expression, her face emitting a chill.


Zhou Heng simply smiled faintly, shaking his head and wagging his finger without answering.


"Let go!" Han Yiyao began to roar again.


Chapter 228 Pretending to be Real (1/3)