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's momentum soared even higher, but his complexion turned quite pale, as if he couldn't bear the strain.


He likely didn't have enough strength to use this secret technique, and now, forcing it out had greatly increased its power, but it also caused considerable injury to himself.


"To die under this move, you can rest in peace in the underworld!" Mao Yuheng sneered coldly, his figure sprang forward, and the three Flood Serpents on his head simultaneously hissed with bared fangs, spitting out red tongues that coiled toward Zhou Heng.


The red tongues of the three Flood Serpents twisted together, forming a red Blood Thorn that gave off a terrifying aura.


Zhou Heng instinctively sensed danger, this Blood Thorn was almost the same as the Ying Family's Silver Thorn bloodline, also capable of penetrating defenses. He shook his hands again, and two strands of Purple Flame flared up, finally mustering the strongest bloodline power he had at the moment.


Chapter 275: The Prides of Ancient Times (3/3)