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

The voice thundered, reverberating forcefully!


Zhou Heng's Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon had a strong restraining effect on evil creatures, and with its ferocious momentum, all the walking corpses burst into intense flames and instantly turned to ashes. The stench of decay in the valley was also cleared, and although it had not completely dissipated, it was no longer as pungent as before.


All the black-clad people in the valley could not help but kneel on the ground, shivering uncontrollably, utterly disoriented under Zhou Heng's imposing aura.


"Who might you be?" A cold voice rang out, the first word originating from thousands of miles away, but by the time the last word was spoken, the speaker had already appeared above the upper valley.


He was a tall, thin man wearing a vermillion robe, his jet-black hair unadorned, wildly dancing like snakes in the mountain wind.


Chapter 337 Unveiling (2/3)