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

Mao Xiyang seemed as if his entire body had dried up, his skin stretched over his bones; the skeletal shapes of his face and hands were clearly visible, his eyeballs protruding more from their sockets, and then, pop, one of them actually fell out!


Wang Ke, after all, was still a child, and seeing this, he couldn't help but jump in fright, instinctively hugging Black Donkey tightly.


Pop, another eyeball fell out, and not just that, his nose and ears also dropped off one by one, and then his skin cracked open, revealing the red, withered flesh inside. Fortunately, his body was completely shriveled, devoid of any blood, otherwise the sight would have been even more horrifying.


Pop, pop, pop, his muscles broke apart one after another, and his white bones were also exposed, riddled with holes.


"The ugly freak can't beat me, does he think he can scare me to death with this grotesque appearance?" Black Donkey muttered.


Chapter 409: The Mao Family Admits Weakness (2/3)