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

By the time Zhou Heng returned to the Martial Pavilion, Feng Lianqing had already taken over a table. With a pig knuckle in her left hand and three greasy chicken legs in her right, she was eating with great relish, not showing the slightest guilt for not waiting for Zhou Heng to come back, relishing her food to the fullest.


Seeing her carefree appearance, Zhou Heng did not want to tell her about Helian Dong's matter. It's better to let her stay heartless, as ignorance can also be a blessing.


He went back to the inner room, planning to sort out his thoughts, but the moment he stepped inside, he felt a breeze from behind, and something fiercely struck at the back of his head.


With his telekinetic force, he instantly formed a golden fist behind his head that with a clang, parried the sneak attack from behind, forcefully repelling the attacker.


Chapter 311 Zhou Heng's Bloodline (3/3)