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

"Do people of this era no longer know what reverence is?"


Murong Yuan and the other six all sneered coldly, finding Zhou Heng's arrogance to be too much. To think of robbing them—such reckless gall!


Zhou Heng smiled and stretched out his right hand, saying, "If anyone can withstand a single move from me, they're free to brush off their backsides and leave; otherwise, obediently leave your wealth as compensation for your lives!"


"Hmph, don't lump us, ancients experts, with the weaklings of today!" Baili Dong roared as he threw another punch, this time in genuine rage. Divine beings appeared above his head, specifically a dark red fire fist, which he shook within his divine fetus. Instantly, a divine radiance flickered and ignited on his fist as he hurled it towards Zhou Heng.


Zhou let the attack come, then casually slapped it away.


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