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 glanced at him and said coldly, "Get lost!"


The Night Demon Clan expert nearly went mad with rage. Although he wasn't a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch, he was a Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestor. When had he ever been scolded with the word "Get lost"? Did this youngster think it was still the time when everyone's Spiritual Power was being suppressed?


So what if his physique had entered the Nascent Soul Realm? He was nothing more than a brute. Could he really be compared with a true Nascent Soul Realm expert?


"Youngster, you're courting disaster with your mouth!" The expert sneered coldly, an egg-shaped object floated above his head, within it a roaring tiger, its aura perceptible only to Divine Sense. His right hand flipped over and he struck out towards Zhou Heng.


Knowing Zhou Heng's extraordinariness, he decided to make use of Deities from the very first move, determined to capture Zhou Heng in one fell swoop!


Chapter 349 Blood Words (2/3)