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

Because the Hundred Ghosts Sword had already changed hands about a dozen times, even though this time it fell into Zhou Heng's possession, everyone habitually assumed that he, just like those before him, would find it as untenable as an ordinary person holding a piece of burning charcoal, casting the sword away at the earliest opportunity.


Inside Zhou Heng's Sea of Consciousness, that sinister, bloodthirsty Sword Intent pressed in, and though it was merely an ambiance, it felt substantial enough to freeze his very blood!


No wonder even Old Ancestors from the Divine Infant Realm, upon obtaining the sword, could only end up letting go. The Sword Intent was terrifying, as if an evil being from the Immortal Realm were opening its dreadful maw to swallow them whole—how could mere mortals in the Mortal Realm resist?


Chapter 357: Taking the Sword (1/3)