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

Feng Lianqing was a troublemaker at heart; she would feel uncomfortable if she did not cause some kind of mischief each day. She had caused no fewer than eighty incidents, big and small, during her few days in this small town. But until now, she had never gone as far as to demolish the place where she stayed.


This time, it was truly outrageous; her buttocks must be spanked for ruining everything!


"It wasn't me!" Feng Lianqing's aggrieved voice immediately carried over.


Zhou Heng's hands swept through the air, deflecting the falling remnants of walls and pillars. Amidst the chaos, he safely brought the innkeeper and his family out, and everyone gathered outside the inn.


Boom! The earth quaked violently, undulating like a shaking rug, its tremors unceasing.


The crowd shouted, the evidence now unmistakable.


Chapter 295: The Great Earthquake (2/3)