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

"That ancient flame, he's definitely an old pervert!" Black Donkey trembled all over as he witnessed the scene, his hide twitching uncontrollably.


"So will you go or not?" Zhou Heng had already started moving forward.


"Of course, this is my immortal object!" exclaimed Black Donkey, hurrying to follow.


As Zhou Heng stepped into the passage, a terrifying pressure assailed him. He felt the leg he had extended become as heavy as a mountain, nearly causing him to tumble forward. He swiftly straightened his body to halt the fall, but his foot still came down, landing on the sharp blades.


The sharp blades completely disregarded his spiritual power defense and easily pierced through his proud and formidable physique, penetrating from the top of his foot and gushing blood instantly.


Zhou Heng couldn't help but grimace. No one was made of iron and invulnerable to pain—how would that be human?


Chapter 382: Thousand Blades Piercing Through (2/3)