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 chilling silence between the two people in the room did not last long; it was just over twenty minutes before the sounds of commotion came from outside. The noises grew closer and louder until they reached the inn.


The door was kicked open, and a burly man barged in first, but he immediately turned around, and a sycophantic smile miraculously crept onto his fierce face as he said, "Lord Liu, Lord Hu, welcome!"


Only then did two middle-aged men step in together, both with cultivation levels of the Heaven-Opening Realm. In this small city, they could be considered top experts.


The burly man turned, glared at Zhou Heng, and barked, "You brat, kneel and kowtow to the two lords now!"


Zhou Heng gave a faint smile, acting as if he hadn't heard.


"Young man, which sect are you a disciple of?" Lord Liu asked in a heavy voice. He couldn't see through Zhou Heng's cultivation level, but due to the hierarchy, he refused to believe Zhou Heng was higher than him.


Chapter 387 Zhao Duotian Comes Out of Retreat (1/3)